it feels really hard to breathe lately.
and it's not from of the amount of cigarettes smoked daily
or the lack of water in my system
or the surplus of consumed alcohol
or the residue of burnt embers from the wildfires this week
but of the strain to find the right words to reach you.
ninety-five percent of the contents inside the vessel that pumps blood in my chest,
to the very tips of my fingers,
will never find its way to you;
and it's from the barriers you've put between us.
barriers i've long tried to break down
to no avail.
i won't dare stop.
i will huff, and i will puff;
until you disallow me to continue.
i know you are frightened, dear.
i am, too.
but i won't let you jump alone.
i will never let you feel alone.
