of sighs of recognition
Where have you been, where are you? Can't seem to find you now. Are you really gone? A sigh of recognition, the buzzing in my head a returned to you in Breath? Where do I go? Where am I? The shallow breath, the sleeping, the quickness of routine I think of those around, the ones my heart adores. The little one beside me, when he walks through the door. They fill the room with something, its something that gives Life, it feels like air around me, a lighting up of night. In days of shallow breathing, their freshness lost and out of sight