// Breathe//

It’s late, I know that. Maybe it’s the silence that forces me to go within myself - to explore unwanted regions - to remember. Everything. It presses against my chest, and it leans against my shoulders. I can’t help but look down. Taking breaths of fresh air release the tension. Briefly. I look down again. I’m thinking, pondering. Everything I have done thus far. Something is missing, I feel the gap, and it’s consuming me. The air fills it. I am relieved momentarily, once again. I feel it, like a pulse. It’s almost addicting.