They are My Inspiration

November 1, 2014

I'm suffocating

I’m drowning

My cells collapsing

I’m being dispersed

Becoming air

I am almost nothing

I see them

My eyes tear

My ears ring

Fingers shaking

Muscles relaxing

They are here

I can breathe

I am laughing,

Talking, smiling

I am happy

I am not surviving

I am living.

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