Breath

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

2/27/16