I fell between the cracks when I felt five...I stared up at the world ever since.
The world above me, motion, energy, life, death....I feel free in some of these moments....others...I simply cannot breathe.
The air down here is void of any truth, way or freedom...breathing nothing causes my confidence to collapse.
Lungs in a begging posture, flex, but are sandwiched between the river's flow and a rock's resistance...compression...an uncomfortable existence.
I must learn to deflate, dislodge, drift....and float again.......
The world above me, motion, energy, life, death....I feel free in some of these moments....others...I simply cannot breathe.
The air down here is void of any truth, way or freedom...breathing nothing causes my confidence to collapse.
Lungs in a begging posture, flex, but are sandwiched between the river's flow and a rock's resistance...compression...an uncomfortable existence.
I must learn to deflate, dislodge, drift....and float again.......
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