I feel my lungs and close the airways. submerge my face in a pillow and resolve myself to wait until my lungs burn. I await the pain. my senses screaming, my lungs are driving me to let them have the oxygen they so desire.. I Decline..
funny how I chose that which offers peace to the weary, an item that invites comfort to rob myself of the most archaic means of surviving. i find it interesting how calm I feel while denying myself tjay which I know i cannot live without. isn't it odd how we only become aware of the subtle currents of air...