georgiana

2010-03-29 | 3:17 a.m.

in the face of a question
of my own existence-
i choke on the air
that is not.
i see
my life...
as a coffin.
in which i am buried.
the span of years,
the firing of my synapsis,
all that make me-
me.
because there is a cap...
when i stop working
i cease to be.
was not, am not, will not be.
i feel i am hearing a world of sounds, color, love and a real... real life. but it is out of my reach and i will gasp for the want to breathe.
breathe for the want of life...
and for the want of life
i waste it away.
dying to breathe
breathing to die

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