Patient BreathingMature

when I breathe
I can't remember why
my lungs fill with this
invisible substance
and I'm left
what does it all mean anyway?
Which I guess
is a little stupid
does there have to be a reason?
Maybe not
but sometimes I need one
not to live
to continue breathing
it's the aspects, you see
they haven't quite been the same
since you smiled your way into the picture
strange, it seems
I stopped asking for a reason
I don't think I need one anymore
not because I found it
but because I never need it in
the first place
just someone
that could breathe like I could
I guess that's what I was waiting for

The End

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