Breathless
I swear, it's getting worse.
I'm having trouble eating. Food is no longer what I hunger for.
I'm having trouble breathing. Ever since that afternoon, I've been thinking, daydreaming, zoning out, and sobbing. All the while my respiratory system just stops. My chest is tight, and I'm not sure it will ever regain a regular rhythm.
I've been reading a backlog of emails. Letters. Etch-a-sketches.
I hate the thought that I won't be able to see this weekend. The distance aches.
God, I miss him.
I'm having trouble eating. Food is no longer what I hunger for.
I'm having trouble breathing. Ever since that afternoon, I've been thinking, daydreaming, zoning out, and sobbing. All the while my respiratory system just stops. My chest is tight, and I'm not sure it will ever regain a regular rhythm.
I've been reading a backlog of emails. Letters. Etch-a-sketches.
I hate the thought that I won't be able to see this weekend. The distance aches.
God, I miss him.