exhale.

this winter is approaching fairly quickly.
with it, it brings the sound of motors running earlier than usual.
the smell of coffee and tea in its early morning hours.
children trying their best not to slip in front of that girl that makes their heart race,
you know, the one that makes their tummy flop backwards and forwards and left and right and each exhale is another opportunity wasted.
another breath gone.
given away to the cold air.
not the type you can see, no.
the kind of cold air that makes my lungs shiver..
even on a summer day.
the cold air that's like a parasite.
regret and fear eating away at.. your one wish was to not have to breathe in.
not once more.
it would be too easy to give up, to stop breathing. so you take each breath slowly..
knowing it prolongs the process, endless cycle of laughing and lying. falling in love, failing at it.
but it's worth it.
after all, spring is always making its way back.