whooshhhhhh

In, out.

We never know the value of breathing until we can't breath

anymore.

.

A hand on a forehead.

A silent prayer

or

maybe

a memory of better times.

.

hacking away.

everyday.

all day.

Why must you pity yourself?

.

This terror,

this treachery,

it has all come from

one

thing.

.

A cold.