We do hold our breath sometimes. We do dip just below
the surface for a time and go without the things we need, because by
doing that we gain something. We can be enveloped by that water that
lets us fly as long as we know at some point we're going to have to
come up for air. Because that same liquid that supports our unburdened
flight, can also become too much. If we stay too long it can swallow
us up just as easily as it lets us fly. You can take steps to stay
beneath the surface, to go without air. You can learn to live differently. But even the
fish needs air. If you're going to live, you need air. You need the
things you need. To be yourself. And having him here is a big part of
being me.
So now he's back, the one I needed, and I'm not holding my breath any longer. But I'm not breathing easy yet. No, not yet. Because when you do break the surface, and take the breath you've been dying
for, it's not just a breath. It's a gasp. Deep. Frantic maybe. A
bit of taking in as much as you possibly can because you've gone without. And that can be both good and bad. It takes some time for my breathing to return to normal when I've gone without air for so long. I was doing just fine here without him, as unnatural as that was, just fine. Restricting my movements, less of everything, just so I could make my breath last. And now my gasping to have my needed one back is a new struggle. I need him to do all those things I wasn't doing while I survived. And do them quickly. Now! Please. Faster. More. Now that I have my breath back there's no limit to what needs to be done. Right? Wrong. It takes some time for the breathing to return to normal. Just give it time. Catch your breath. Breathe easy because pretty soon you're going to do it again.
"You can hold your breath,
but you cannot pretend you don't breathe."
-me
Perfect.
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"You need the things you need."
Amen to that.
Loving you to pieces,
G
So was your comment G...you two write so well!!! Hugs :)
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