Why does that sound so simple?
I often have to tell my daughters to take a deep breath in order to calm their world and stop it from spinning. They appear to manage it. Why am I finding it so very difficult? Where is my breath? Where is my brain?
Is it because my wants are too many? Is it because my head is too full? Maybe my lungs are at capacity. Am I up? Or am I upside down? No latitude, no space, no room for a mistake.
Is this what it feels like to drown? To be suffocated?
In either case and without further a due, down The Rabbit Hole I go, feet first I pray.
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