If I could only forget how to breathe…

Sunlight pierces through the cream colored curtains, and for several minutes, I lose myself in memories I cannot grasp, and I wonder what happened this time in my dreams, because, lately, they’re more active, more real than my life. I’m conscious. Testing. Testing. I’m back in this world. Here, I feel exhausted. Resting is strenuous… Continue reading If I could only forget how to breathe…