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 because I chose to lose my land of spices for a blind dream of riches and comfort. I suffocate because I know breathing is not living. I suffocate from the knowledge of my unattainable goals. I suffocate because the slight difference of a number or a letter could determine my future. I suffocate because I am distancing away from my passion. I suffocate seeing myself change into something incomprehensive from my ideals and happiness. I suffocate myself to fit in. I suffocate because sound cannot reach above the waves. I suffocate because nobody bothers to listen to the waves. I suffocate from myself. I suffocate from because I am caged in. I suffocate because I am a mere circus animal, putting on a show for any audience who would look my way. I suffocate because circus animals are nothing withoutaudience. I suffocate because toys can be thrown away. I suffocate knowing the freedom I used to have from these weights. I suffocate knowing this cycle may never end.
I scream, shriek, aching to rip out these blocks that are suffocating me, tear out these oppressive feelings. I want to run, shed away my fears, sheer off my nightmares, and rip myself away to freedom, to breathe again. To fill my lungs with the fresh, crisp, air once more. But I know my time is done and over, I cannot fly from my clockwork, my time has run out too fast for me to go back. I can only look over my shoulder and wish to be able to start over, to redraw, to rewrite, and to recraft my life into something more of worth, into something brighter, warmer, into something that I would least regret.