The vibrations fill the empty spaces of my mind like a symphony, the echos bounce through my soul mimicking the clapping of the rainstorm on an old tin roof ……and my life is spinning through time and space through illusion but in reality, like a whirlpool down, deeper and deeper as if I’m buried in the linens of a grave in the dark depth of the moist rich earth.. There seems to be no escaping the agony.. the burning .. the ringing in my ears.. the pounding in my chest, the loss of my breath.
.. .I CAN’T BREATHE…….
….How Can I rise from the depths, through the weight and burden of the cumbersome soil?.. Can I find a way like the seed in the garden?
Inching my way back to the surface? ., To the sun, to the light, to the hope and gentle music life plays ….on a journey of hope once again? Can I Breathe?
Someone send the wind…I need air..let me breathe..