my deepest breaths are so external these days. i heave my chest outward and inhale, but the air seems to just linger on the outsides of my body.
some days i can't keep my mind off of the pressure. it's exhausting. i can feel my life getting emptier as the clock keeps ticking. i'm not yet where i'm supposed to be and i'm losing the room for patience.
but i keep trying to sigh. i keep the attempts to fill my lungs coming. and then i smile, and show gratitude to the people who are still strong in my life. everything feels feeble, but even in the darkest days i know all is not lost. even if it is only on the surface.