eireann

breathe.
breathe she says like one with lungs that has never gasped for sweet air in september.
gasp gasp gasp I die like tomorrows morning and rise like three days grace in the evening.
never understand.
stumble stumble there are things I will never master there are things I will never grasp one of these might be breathing as I gasp for air pray for land I swear I'm still...
drowning.
the phone is ringing and I cannot answer it the silence is stunning and I cannot break it the light is shining and I cannot block it this room is spinning and I
settle settle into this sweet recline.
miss. this.
hold on.
I wait for this moment when others will respect themselves listen to the wisdom of the outsider but instead we all just do what we want spin in self destruction and forget to breathe we forget to enjoy this day.
I enjoy each day... and I forget about reality. who knew insanity could make me so happy?
now only if I could master the simple tasks so I can keep doing the complicated ones.
life is a bit backwards, don't you think?