Why is there no safe place? Why is there nowhere to run? By this time all the resources have been eaten, all the roads have been traveled, and all the ideas have failed. All but you.

Why must I sit in the torture of knowing this? Breathing in all the colors, damn, as I drown in the sludge. Why can’t I breathe without you? Why can I feel you filling me in every breath I take? Looking to the sky and smiling as I sink. Why are you just an idea? Why do I think it’s better and okay that way?

Dissatisfaction, disappointment, despair? Dysfunction, disassociation, desperate? For you, I am. I want to breathe you, in and out. Please, just let me breathe.