the notion of lost breaths

.

opened with all my atoms... constantly . vibrating

build up motion

short breaths and the ocean in my lungs

deep under but breathing , feeling the sun through the waters

drifting slowly , moving forward

so... o p e n e d . yet never bleeding

held in the now, sinking in the matter, as something embraces me

through all the storms I sense the calm

a fight

a struggle

a journey

but calm . yes, calm, somewhere underneath all those scars

and through all the cracks that build my world

fractured, but so alive

in my tones and colors

I am me, I am you.... none and all

hand sinks in my ribs and touches your heart

not here, not now

but from a distance

melting my heartbeats with yours

fingers dance between the lines of these bones

they count the time that has no meaning

and as my eyes gaze at the skies through the waters

the stars shine just as bright and swim in those veins

pushing my blood and sending it to the core

twisting and bending as to fill my lungs

shifting to blue , it catches my stare

eyes bleeding out particles made of ice

this body warms the cold . and melts the pain

drowning out my tears

and soothing this old soul

not all pain is truly that

just space dust from the heart

.

share it, trust me

this tangle of ribs and scars . is already opened to you

perhaps in all honesty . it always was

deep breaths

and exhale... better, much better

.