Breathe Easy

Sitting on a rooftop, in a tired but loved armchair, the city seems to talk to me, even though the world around me slumbers. Whispers of car engines and police sirens in the distant, telling me tales of the adventures of their lives. Cigarette smoke lingers, in the air, and in my throat. Those letters linger there to. Unwelcome and Unwanted at best. A light mist dances over the treetops, glistening under the streetlights, and in all this beauty I cant help but remember that I am alone. Normally this wouldnt bother me. Not tonight. Tonight this feeling has crept a little closer than it is comfortable. Collapse. Lucidity. Hopelessness. Each second lingers, a little longer, as if the sky is talking to me, telling me its secrets, showing me its core. Until finally it opens completely and begins to fall fluidly around me, taking me to a place that I never knew existed. A place where long grass grew around us as we lay together and stared at the clouds. A place where minutes melted into hours, and hours slipped into days, and time eventually escaped us all together. A place where those four letters becomes one word, that changed everything. A place where you weren’t so far from me

Inhale, Exhale. Breathe.

A blink of an eye and suddenly long grass and shaped clouds fade into wet hair and a chilled spine. Im suddenly not where I was, Im suddenly certainly aware of everything as it really appears, as it really is. As I look out over this city, I realize the grid of the streets which I am so aimlessly staring at, actually replicate the patterns in your palms, the rough and the smooth, the curved and the straight. The bumps along the edges, the valleys and the mountains. The hands that touched me and shaped me. The hands that guided me when I was lost, and changed my direction when things werent quite right. The hands that became so familiar and so sweet. The ones that showed me new hope and took me on adventures I never thought to be possible. The ones that ultimately changed me. For the better. Im not so sure anymore.

Inhale, Exhale. Breathe.

The rain softens, enough for it to be gently dancing over my body. My clothes attaching themselves to me like a second skin, create a shell that wont be broken. Cold. Quiet. Reasons for everything, they say. Though I have yet to find the reason for this. But as I slowly adjust myself in this chair, wiping the rain from my eyes, I know that those 4 letters, have moved from my throat amongst the smoke, to a place that wont be exposed to you ever again.

Inhale, Exhale. Breathe.

- Me