I love it when beautiful humans write to me and send me their reflections, dreams, stories.
Sometimes they give me permission to use on my blog.
Here is a friend from Norway - a one year old friend.
She sent me this - powerful. So powerful.
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Breathe
02.30 am
..I don’t know..
...What’s happening…
Roaring in my ears like a train.
Planting bluebells on my body
I can’t smell them.
There’s a mouse tapping in my chest
where my heart should be.
Sentence on repeat in my head
“I don’t know what’s happening”.
If I could only
breathe.
I am sucked in by the cracks in the wall.
And the white noise behind my eyelids.
The persistent flicker of memories.
…What’s happening…
Roaring in my ears like a train,
I still can’t smell the bluebells.
I shall drift away for a while
and wake up with a voice in my head
It isn’t my own.
I feel the mouse disappearing.
Off to pick blue flowers, I imagine.
My heart is back.
I shall remember how
to breathe.
by Mone Celin
