How can I be

Jalso

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

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Comments +

Cheeky Missy April 4th, 2013 19:24
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.

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Jenny
baj-a April 5th, 2013 07:27
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 April 5th, 2013 23:20
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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