Writing

Never thought that I'd need to remind myself to breathe. Remind my heart to beat. My blood to flow. My mouth to speak. My mind to wait, patiently and eagerly at the same time. Never thought someone could impact me, make me react as I no longer was myself. I thought I understood it all but I know I couldn't have known what I know now. What I know now I clearly understand and at times I am baffled by my own lack of intelligence. My lack of security. My lack to fully let myself fall when I already know I've fallen and touched ground. I feel the world as constant as it is, on my shoulders, on my chest. Through it all I need to remind myself breathe, live, rest.