She

She wispered in my ear...never run. My love flows for her like Niagara on a rainy day Falls. I cannot fall further than I have so instead I hover over myself and gaze downward for a glance at her eyes from two perpectives. This way I can prove to myself that I'm not dreaming. Still, I know not why I've stopped needing to breathe. At times it just feels unneccesary to do so having this newfound consiousness. All tastes and feels new. As if I hadn't been reborn but instead born for the first time. Evidence shows that I did not live before this. Therefore, this must be the first time I've needed to breathe even if seldom required. Those that have felt know. Those that have not... wish they did. I merely am aware that emptiness is void until I need to breathe again...and I need not breathe when I do not run.

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