I’ve given all of my oxygen to those who couldn’t breathe,
while I don’t even have enough to support myself. Now I’m out of oxygen and all
I can manage to inhale is the stale air that those same people carelessly leave
behind because now they have more than enough to spare. Now those who approach
me gasping for air are met with somber eyes, as this now frail corpse is unable
to give them what they so desperately need to survive this unimaginable game.
What’s a life worth living when you can’t take a simple breath? As the air
continues to swirl around me and proceeds to disappear completely, memories
invade my brain, replacing the oxygen that was once in their place. The
memories flash in an unorganized form and quickly bring me back to the exact moments that stranger crossed over
to friend with a simple exchange- their emptiness for my air. The memories are
enough. My lungs will collapse and maybe then some of the humans bubbling over
with excess air will reach out to share. By then, I will no longer be here, but
at least now the rest can breathe.
If I'm being honest, which I aspire to do since this is my outlet for my rampant thoughts, all of the New Years wishes, posts, and resolutions have left a bad taste in my mouth. I've always been one for new chances and have appreciated opportunities to start over, to begin again. But as I read all of the plans people have marked on their new calendar, plans to change, to better themselves, to make this year the best yet, I can't help but wonder, "why now?" So, my one, dreaded new year's resolution is to make my resolutions all year long. I don't want to wait for a new calendar with a new year on it to make myself new. We're all works in progress and maybe the work should just continue, rather than start over. So, welcome 2018, and may this be a year of constant and continuous change to better myself daily. I can't say that facing you is not daunting and I can't say that I'm ready to, but I'm still alive as 2017 has come to a close, ...
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