i inhale each staggered breaths
without knowing if it's enough
to get from one disaster to the next.
i mean,
lungs can only do so much to keep you living,
right?
i throw my shy eyes open and i try to grasp every corner
of this world and pull it all inside of me,
but from time to time, i lose sight
and sometimes,
the sky collaspes.
the clouds slithers across the horizon to blindfold you and there is no twilight
and it can sometimes
feel like there is no dawn
and you find yourself crawling through endless caves.
darkness is unforgiving.
the remaining patches
of the sky
you once knew
are only
the gasps of air
you take in
each day
because you
pretend
that you are alive
but
lungs
can only do so much for you
when even the everloving, affectionate sun
fails to find its way
back to you again.