not to remember, not for nostalgia’s purpose
but rather to forget
to forget all the harms
to lose a sense of self… 157 more words
Sometimes I forget how to breathe.
It doesn’t happen that often but it happens more often than I wish it would, and I forget.
You would imagine that breathing comes naturally, and it does as it should, but these occurrences have been happening lately and I am so struck down by them, my breath just flees me. 97 more words