Why hold my breath,
When the air is so pure?
Aching inside but I need you more.
You won’t judge me for the love that I feel.
Though it makes everything so surreal…
Am I falling or flying through the air?
Should I worry that I don’t have a care?
And like a craving building in there.
I know just what to say.
I need it.
I’ll be bleeding.
And I. ..
Can see it.
The amazing awe of being part of a whole.