a Song

The time for breathing and sinking and floating is here.
It washes in so hypnotic and expected. Like a warm hug or a soft kiss.
It’s not time to cry out its time to sink in. Find the beautiful. Cling to yourself. It’s okay to not know who we are. Just hold yourself and know what it’s like to breathe your own air.


Just a drabble I wrote one night when I lay awake with thoughts and images spinning around in my mind. 

I’ve become accustomed to lulling myself to sleep by my own breathing. Literally. Breathe in, and feel yourself breathe out – try and expell air longer than you inhale. Once you allow yourself to relax, it works like a charm every time. 

I hope this helps someone as well. I hope this reaches someone. Maybe even you. 

I’m not giving up on you. I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re out there somewhere. 


All my love, 



About midnightpulse

I'm drunk off books, stumbling into new worlds constantly. I'm addicted to books, words, art and theatre. My inspiration comes from the moon, life, those I love and the water. I've been told I need rehab. More than once. Call me Joy. [[Pictures posted are not mine unless I state so. Most are found online and I take no credit for]] View all posts by midnightpulse

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