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Rapid Brain
I lie in the dewy fields of green, condensation hitting the rims of my eyelashes as I breathe in and out, counting each breath I take. I forget to breathe sometimes, I think suffocation, the loss of oxygen filling my lungs induced my sense of sight, hearing and feelings indefinitely. I got in trouble for that and I get in trouble for lying in the grass in the middle of the night, but I still do it anyways. I’m soaked now by the rain; I like the shivers that rush through my body in paused waves and the creeping of an upcoming migraine. Mentally decomposing is the impending hope that will eventually lead me to the sea green gates of heaven. I like to bask in my own thoughts, I can have fears and wonders that do not have to be justified. Why share those accelerating magics, the paradoxical wonders of what thwarts blood from flowing to your brain? I lie in the dewy fields of green, condensation hitting the rims of eyelashes as I breathe in and out, counting each breath I take. Suffocating. I forget to breathe sometimes.
(This was a brief passage of a little short story I am writing)
