There I go, watching my lungs fill with air; with a new hope, with life. It takes no concious effort to breathe for a healthy person, we are all alive even if we don't feel like it. I'm beginning to dislike rapid chemical changes; the balances, imbalances inside of me. No more depression, I don't really want to die you know. I want to live, to breathe and be. Preferably by the sea, in nature; the wild is where I am in my mind. I am strong, I am brave and I will be free. It's all a series of miscalculated ups and downs, really. Just need to get used to it.
Just keep breathing.
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