Breathe in. Breathe out.
Stressed. I breathe faster, shallow.
The world is spinning too fast for me.
Relaxed, I breathe slower, rhythmic.
Wisdom are my actions and motions
Not finding my breath, the world ceases to exist
I work solely on substaining a breath.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Breathing is voluntary motion and
Apathy is my abhorrence.
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