Breathing Without Air
“Breathing Without Air,” comprises the hardships of mental illness. breathe Sometimes I can't Breathe, In fact, For as long as I can remember I haven't been breathing. Which sounds absurd Because I’m standing here, I am breathing. But that’s not what I mean. See when I breathe in I am shaking and when I breathe out I am breathless. So when no amount of Ins and outs Satisfies you, Are you really breathing? Bring myself to Awaken. There’s comfort in my slumber. As the moment I open my eyes, I realize this is forever. But you can’t tell when in fact I am breathing, breathing. My air is filled with fear. I breathe in dread, of what's to come . I am left with its skeletons gasping for its return. Fear. I wonder, Are you really breathing? Photo by my friend, Johnny Alfaro. #0D52BD Suddenly, the world is sapphire again. The noise, neglected. My frame, imbedded into the cushion. Luring me into tenebrosity. In a world full of animosity. And i can ...
