“If you’re still breathing…

….you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. “

My best friend always tells me to take deep a breath when panic seizes my brain. Occasionally, I forget.

My boyfriend found me not breathing at short intervals of nights after tiresome days. He said it’s a sleeping disorder that could be fixed if I go to see a doctor. I do not like seeing doctor.

When I go running, I am very much aware of my breathing. After a while, the vital thing that keeps me moving is not my feet but my breathing. It is simply fundamental.

“And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one..”


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