I layed still all alone two days ago. Feeling my lungs fill from the airs flow. Slowly a breath followed exhaling life. I wondered if that is the way it is when we die. Expiring behind a life time cut shorter than expected. Released from the constant faint pants as we are one day rejected. Motionless I felt my chest rise and I cleared the mind. Patiently living for a moment to sigh. And even though I was relaxed I could not shake the thought of it ending. Belonging to the silence my heart thumped for a merciful mending. Hearing the skipping of a beat from its irregularity pulsing. I paused in the middle of the room, never tossing. Like stone I gathered self and made peace with the facts. Hoping to drift away with sleep that I needed so bad. It is funny how we forget about what being alive really means. Its purpose set aside for the hype of the american dream.
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