~Inhale~

Her eyes of wonder, getting lost when life decends into the thick black mist.

As the ugly persists, beauty happens.  

White now sits on the tips of the greens.

Yet, sitting in the midst of it all,

Better days are weighing heavy on her mind.  

They say time will stand still. 

How do you know,

what moment that is and when will it be?

Is it recognizable?

When time truly stands still, 

Fate says,

"She will know."

Nothing else will matter,

Literally. 

Holding her breath, 

Never inhaling, 

Always exhaling what comes her way.

Expressing the shit through her lungs.

Now, left on repeat in her mind, is his voice and hers tangled vocally together. 

Now, all she wants to do is inhale.... Him in...