Jalso

How can I be

I want to breathe

I want to see

I want to learn how to read

I want to hear

I want feel

I want to know that I’m here

Tell me can you breathe

Are you breathing?

I don’t think I’m breathing

I’m feeling numb

How can this be

How can I feel

How can I see

How can I read

How explain to me

How can I be

Comments3

  • Cheeky Missy

    Floundering for dear life, though apparently it is rather out of the line of vision, in subtle poignancy this begs an answer while needing none, as it were. Thought-provoking. Thanks for sharing.

    ttfn,
    Jenny

  • baj-a

    You put into words what I have sometimes asked myself? how can I be and am I real or is it all just a crazy game and I a piece of it. well written.

  • diamonddagger

    As long as you can ask these questions then you are. But we ask the questions anyway because we are here and it is a miracle. Well written.



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