Exhale
So here it is. The long inhale of breath before the espousing of nonsense occurs. And I take that inhale into me. I don't think about how it's filling my lungs, or oxygenating my blood. I don't think about that breath at all. I'm in my head. I'm thinking about what I want to say, or how I feel.
And the breath is exhaled. My mouth forms words about thoughts or feelings. And those words are always guarded. I'm never in the moment of the words. I'm in the moment before, or the moment after.
The breath is gone. But what happens when it's hard to breathe? Or when there are no words and I am nothing more then breath?
I feel like I'm not being aware of the right things in my life. I feel displaced.
I am a creature longing for breath, but not focused on breathing, and I'm living in a vacuum.
Disconnected. Unable to engage.
I'm breathing out of habit.
And the breath is exhaled. My mouth forms words about thoughts or feelings. And those words are always guarded. I'm never in the moment of the words. I'm in the moment before, or the moment after.
The breath is gone. But what happens when it's hard to breathe? Or when there are no words and I am nothing more then breath?
I feel like I'm not being aware of the right things in my life. I feel displaced.
I am a creature longing for breath, but not focused on breathing, and I'm living in a vacuum.
Disconnected. Unable to engage.
I'm breathing out of habit.