I just feel like I can't breathe....nothing is stopping the air from lifting and rising...with in my lungs....it is there...that steady heartbeat...filling life into me.....the drawing of breath...it comes it goes...a pattern inherent....yet I feel like I can't breathe......

I am in stillness.....yet there is a part of me panting....gasping...the heart of me aching....reaching....stretching....standing aloft....on some sterling quest......straining....every limb extended...just a bit past possible.....the effort...a panic.....of all that is within.....only....ONLY....there is nothing at the end of my reach....

Why do I purpose this......it rises....from some empty grave...and holds like a root.....or is it the vine....that has no destination...it just grows...springing into space...on the cellular whim...of something arriving to cling to...only to grow over...and beyond...still reaching...no destination....just reaching....forever reaching.....for what is just past now......which is nothing....there is nothing past now....

In the now....I sit mining words to a screen....this is the spot...I would be known....just a vine...finding somewhere to cling....I hang my head....