Lately I feel myself breathe more.
I don't really get what it means.
Maybe it means I'm living - more.
Lately I feel my heart beat more.
I don't really get what it means.
Maybe it means I fear more, or feel - more.
Lately I notice the things that I've missed, the things that I've closed my eyes on, shrouded in mist, lately I notice that things never last, that everythings fragile, like a bird made of glass, lately I notice that the pumps of blood that speed through my body don't matter, the amount of breathes that I do take don't matter and the beats that my heart takes don't matter. Lately I see that its the moments that take my breathe away and the amount of times my heart skips a beat that matters.
Randomness. I know. Don't say anything. LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUV!
(p.s Lycanthrope Feeling)
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