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.