Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

08 May, 2008

Even though my asthma has subsided, I still can't breathe. I never noticed before, how I start to hold my breath when I get all emotional. My chest hitches and I go still. Sometimes I quit breathing entirely and don't start again until things begin to go grey. Now I'm aware of it. And I still can't breathe.


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