Some days, I forget how to breathe.


Life, in the normal.  Life in-Life out, all in a series of breaths.

But, sometimes I look within, forgetting how I repeatedly tell myself not to, and for just a moment observe the natural processes of my breathing, which then falters, stops, and starts anew, although erratically so.

When observing myself, I forget how to breathe.

And, until I Forget that I’ve forgotten how to breathe, I won’t revert to normal again.

Somedays, I forget how to breathe.  And then, I remember.


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