Do you ever forget to breathe? I don’t mean just to suck in and then let the air leave.

Do you ever forget, to really sit, and let go of the shit, and breathe deep into that angsty pit, with all the air you can fit, and then blow it all out like a spicy dab hit?

I know I forget.

But I remembered today, and when I finished I was okay. Focusing on what ruins your gay, makes it really easy to fray. It makes everyday gray. Makes you feel cray-cray.

Now that I’ve taken a breath, reclaimed some depth, I can see what is left.

So much to be grateful for, even with the constant mess on the floor, I’ll miss these times- of that I’m sure.