a thousand breaths
at the end of everything, beginning of everything becomes distinct.
it was my breath. while i was waiting for the arrival of my end, this thought occurred to me; i want to hand my breath to my you.
blessedly, my end did not arrive to me at that night. i came to consciousness soon after, and started capturing my breath into this work.
the world being with you was a field all in flowers. wandering in our field, i have prepared to inbreathe eternal full of life into the scenery of us. it was the only thing i would, should, could do before someday, the end of everything, arrives from somewhere, at sometime, or sadly by some other people, not by ourselves.
even though i have already been aware that this world is not correct,
my reason to live, to survive
always, it was you.
to my you, i want to present this.
the thing that i will keep until the end of my everything.
my gift is my breath.
take this breath.
to you, my god’s gift.