Just Be

To breathe, though suffocated. 

To live, in spite of death. 

To stand up in adversity and yet not crush a soul. To let words be gentle despite the harsh reality behind them. To just be... 

To just be. Not in light of anything, but in unexplainable contentment. To feel the touch of air on my skin as the world spins. 

The clock ticks and the music plays on. The hours until day breaks dwindle away. Hear my words as I cry out, neither in pain nor in fear, but in utter disbelief, in frustration at my inability to be. 

Be. 

Be one with nothing and yet with everything all at once. Stand firm and yet yield. Go on and on. Follow a path that diverts at every turn. Mourn and laugh. Be silent and sing. Judge no one but take the blame. The weight of the brain is light; heavy is the choice to stay this way.

Break free. Stay quiet, thoughts in my mind. Breathe. 

Breathe and be.

 

Be and breathe. 

Just be.