“I am unsure as to why I feel this way. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever stop; this feeling that sometimes surrounds me. It spews words of hate through my brain, and pain that stretches your limbs so thin; making you feel like you cannot reach a sound just place in time. I surround myself in goodness, in ecstatic voices and humorous people. But this struggle pulls at me despite. Suffocation, it is what defines me, it is what makes me; And its so hard to be lighthearted when I can’t breathe.”
And there she was. In all the days that love had lost sight of any one soul, it had never lost hers. For she was of some other mystery, an angel I suppose. And no one knew what lay behind those eyes.
There is nothing more priceless than what we perceive. We are not held here simply by the blood in our veins, or the heart that beats beneath our chest. Simply stated, humanity, and time, are a mindset; one that feels as if it cannot be broken. But perception, can guide us to an understanding of something much greater than that of our present selves.