feeling.

watching chests. rising.
falling-
eyes rest on
the tension. I'm tasting
past.tense in the forging of
moments. that
I'll never let myself forget.

I
pause.

and indecision
takes a back.seat to
the feeling of.
alive

drunk on.
headrushes and the
forget.tal
of heartache. I feel
fear- for the first time
in years.
and I can breathe
a little more easy.
with that chest.
rising
and
falling.

and it's the late nights.
that the lack of sleep
gets me the most.

I turn.
and it hits me.
so I dream.