Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Art Of Breathing













And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough.

And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe in again.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

exactly what i'm feeling right now. when can i be freed from this torture?

The Dreamer said...

Inhale. Exhale. It's harder than it sounds.

Anonymous said...

And today of all days, is the day when I can't breathe.

There is not enough air to fill these lungs.

Prixie said...

Ah, to feel that for someone!

Anonymous said...

I remember those feelings so vividly. They're gone now.

c. said...

Oh how i know what this feels like. But one day, your lungs will fill again. If you let them. <3

Brittany said...

The feeling I wish to dispose of.

Sometimes I think my lungs might explode.

In lust, i'm shallow breathing.


Beautiful post.

Brittany said...

The feeling I wish to dispose of.

Sometimes I think my lungs might explode.

In lust, i'm shallow breathing.


Beautiful post.

Anonymous said...

It gets better. It really, truly does.
I promise.

FeverDream said...

in the end, i breathed you in so deeply that i trapped you inside my senses. there are certain parts of you that i can forever feel. like your breath, your smell, your crooked smile. a part of me knew you'd be gone after the fact. it also knew i couldn't quite let you go.

amel choco said...

hardly breathe when you far... still hardly breathe when you near.. Coz you're never be mine... But i just can't let go

Anonymous said...

Ah, beautiful. Sad thoughts, but just exquisitely expressed.

caroline. said...

and i thought air was for free. now you make it seem that it was a scarce commodity.

Karen said...

i love you.

Ovais said...

Ah. Describes so much in my life so perfectly.

zonedin said...

I have to tell myself to breathe when I can't feel you.

Katie said...

This made me cry.

I'm still waiting for it to get better.

I love you.