12/13/08

   freewrite journal

             As you exhale, your chest crumples. Out goes the air with no oxygen, no life, and all the memories that go with that breath. I guess that's the human nature, really. So many breaths we take in our lives. Each like the passing of a wave. Once, then never again. So many thoughts in a lifetime. Only a very few survive, the remembered. We remember only the big and signifigant, and never the small, which often turn out to be the most beautiful. We critique the obvious and complex, but never the simple, like life, or the waves that have passed. And not even breathing, a most important part of life, of me! For we would all perish from this earth without it! Yet we take it for granted, the smell of sweet air. Breath like a wave, gentle and soft, unnoticed. But thrashing and harsh after sought after and gone without for too long. Waves keep the oceans and all things in it alive and in perfect harmony. Breath does that too. It keeps me alive and in perfect harmony with nature, for all animals breathe. And so we are alike in that small, minute way. And that has made all the difference between life and death.  And that is why I crumple.