It's weird, isn't it.
In.
And out.
In.
And out.
So simple.
Yet so complicated.
Because it keeps us alive.

Sometimes, it's tempting NOT to breathe.
Just to see.

Like now, for instance.

I feel really super alone.
And I did all day.
So I stole my friend's sweater.
In an attempt to not feel so alone.

I kept the sweater over the long weekend.
And now.
I'm sitting here.
In his sweater.
That smells like he does.
And feels kind of wrong to wear.

And I feel even more alone.
While I wonder.
What's it like?
To just stop breathing.