Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe; it's a feeling of being overwhelmed. Hopelessness and helplessness take hold and inflame my most secret insecurities. I grope within me for some form of assistance, never wanting to go outside of me for my own solutions. I take flawed murky water to quench my broken spirit and heal the lacerations; sludge fills me.
Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe; when I venture into the ocean, knowing that my swimming is not strong. Little sea creatures scuttle beneath my feet, mocking me. I stare down at them and conclude that it is unsafe to tread the sand beneath the crystal clear water. And the waves suddenly come. They knock me down, telling me to be brave and to persevere - to swim and breathe.
Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe; my eyes closed and deep in subconscious, nightmaring again. I run in fear from the dark and what lurks there. As I flee for my life, I wonder if the monster is of my own creation. Slowly, the air is diminished, slowly I am deprived, slowly I am choking and fall to my knees. understand that I have the power to take a breath whenever I want, but my lungs refuse to fill.
Tomorrow, I Have No Pretty Pictures For You, Are You Disappointed?. . .
