Remember Life

“When breath becomes air,

And when life grasps on that

Never-ending rope. A rope that in real time is

F R A C T U R I N G.

Every little fibre untangling and fading.

Disappearing, evanescing.”

He feels like the world is crashing him. Suffocating, these crowds, the pressure piling up to just demolish his soul. He loses that one thing that kept him tethered to the ground, to his home, and to this universe. Is he undone? Is he free? Or was he taught to never cry, to never scream, to never sob, or to wail?

Maybe the well that is his body bursted open bleeding all the pain.

And maybe, just maybe his soul was liberated.