Breath
It’s late and
I’m still up,
I’m thinking
about everything and I’m not sure of anything.
I do not live in
this world of dreams, I live in the world of wakefulness.
When I sleep I
struggle with the laws of nature because I am asleep.
Upon awakening I
am resuscitated and I breathe again this full life.
There is no
better taste than the one that accompanies the air I breathe.
I seem to speak
of breath often
I seem to
breathe often
It is the only
thing I really care about.
JKF
