Breath
Wake up. Breathe in, breathe out. Following my suffocating endless ritual like the Möbius loop. I suffocate knowing my whole day is laid out for me. I suffocate from the decisions that I could have made, but did not. I suffocate knowing everyone has their checklist in full while mine is empty. I suffocate for my checklist is too excessive to fill. I suffocate because of the things I only can do. I suffocate from the things I could have done. I suffocate from the things I would have done. I suffocate knowing the well-travelled Silk Road but choosing to sail west for a future I cannot guarantee myself of. I suffocate be