Life

         I take a deep breathe. Then another. I gather my thoughts and then I inhale long and slow. Pause. Everything pauses. I don't breathe. I don't think. I no longer exist at all. Exhale out almost as slowly as I had inhaled. I return to existence, no longer weighed down by burden upon my soul.
         Again, I take a hit of life, and again, I roll with the punches. Sorrow and despair fade with meaning. In my escape, I have lost my purpose, but I live on. Always tomorrow.
         Always tomorrow until I realize that I can't remember a yesterday, that I didn't look forward to tomorrow. My days grow vague and time shorter with each moment. Routine has dulled my ability to differentiate between apathy and starvation. The me, that once was, is lost to time.

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