it feels like someone punched the air out of my lungs. clean out.
they're just saturated, unable to pull the oxygen out of the air. unable to inhale a damn thing, and instead of converting life giving oxgyen they exhale an oily thick steam of yellow puss.
is this the first step of dying? when your lungs just stop working. when you cant walk 10 metres to the toilet without needing 20 minutes after to get your breathing in control.
how limiting. when your body is starting to slowly pack in, but your mind wants to live forever.
i feel like a prisoner, locked in a sleepless cell, screaming for the keys.
