Sometimes I find it easiest not to breathe at all.
Letting the air envelope me in a tight hold, I lay. Breathless.
Empty.
The feeling of emptiness wasn't negative or painful rather than it was total bliss.
Nirvana.
The weight of the world was lifted for a moment and I could stand tall.
But then the blanket of air fades and I wake, surrounded by angry faces and regretful souls.
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