Memory finds air

        Tightly crunching on icy breaths. How to inhale but
to sit with no pain. Hunched over, curled in a ball,
seat high upon pillows. Wow to no avail this will be an
eventful evening.

        So my dearest friends, I hope you find a way to
cheer. So much of weights have just fallen and the
tickles of a memory finds kindness.

         Here the hope of being able to completely close
eyes for a long, peaceful rest. Perhaps even invaded
by dreams, my memories.

        The hope of not lean, contorting to odd angles
just to gain that newest grasping inhale.

         Sadly the trial has begun. The necessity of
laughter is radiant. The coughing that may follow
would be welcomed.

        So my friend, a bit of cheesiness to find the
way to press me through one more night. One more
change.

        Oh indeed the hollowness of air is not absorbed to
fullest. Stress is a hateful thing. Migraines. Pulled,
strained muscles echoing tension. Rapidly increasing
beats. Now just to order a moment of silence.

        Yes the need to follow a hello with a good night,
indeed, a dream.

         So here I begin. One tiny slip of air at a time.