Saturday, November 5, 2011

The Respiratory Integration

We're turning pages back and forth,
Glancing at skies like never before.

Breathing in flavours unknown.

Radiation penetrating my entire being.

And it is only after,
I open my eyes...

That I feel like I am still here.
I've made it quiet inside,
To see the world differently.
Other than just a mirror
That scares me, when it stares back.

We can press pause.
For now, just know that I am here.

1 comment:

Whatever said...

This is beautiful. Sometimes the things I feel with my eyes closed are more real than this world could ever be, and yet "I am here" too. xo

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...