my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.
we would never exist as we do now without our past mistakes.
this past year flew by without a breath to waste.
just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.
is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soulContinue reading “missing”
inevitable – the ending of all endings – breath flutters goodbye
the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.