I wish I could feel. To be alive.
To sense the wind, the breeze, the air.
A breath of fresh air, to finally be one with the cool of life.
To feel, even my own skin. My mind, without boundaries.
To simply be. To simply be…
I am not alive, the essence of life stripped from me.
Zen. To simply be. Please, the portal of air.
Zen. To simply be. The ultimate zenith.
Breathing between living and dying. Ultimate obstruction and suffering.
Time. Transmuted forever, the supreme giver of salvation.
But I cannot breathe. Please, help me.
The so-called Beggar. The feathers. The staff. And my white […]