gasps

Beatriz C. Schreiner
Nov 3 · 1 min read

actually, i am not a full person:

i am a whole-wannabe

inside of a big hole freaking me out.

i try to get fulfilled by

breathing

in

and breathing

out

but i do

wonder if

the air

which barely exists

which i hardly think of

most times i’m suffering

can fill my empty-kind-of-useless body.

is air enough

to keep me apart of the painfull desire

of always looking for

missing pieces

and never looking

forward?

gasps.

Beatriz C. Schreiner

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