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I can breathe but only just

17/7/2016

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Glass is everywhere. It sparkling and white.
Shattered all over the ground and I try to step forward without cutting my feet. I just about manage it but then at the last hurdle I stumble. It's always the same. But somehow I know even though it feels the same, this time its different. What a contradiction but somehow it makes sense in my mind. I'm not sure if it's the film that covers my face, as though I'm trapped in a bubble and can't get out. But somehow I know that it can be overcome. The glass is there to remind me of this. I want to roll my body all over the floor and scream at the top of my lungs but settle for a tiny whisper that allows that same old song to be revealed once again. What would it feel like to be inside a balloon? The colour is red and masking my face.

Well this is how it feels. I can breathe but only just and I can see you but only just. You can't see me but only just and I'm stuck without realising but only just.

​Everything is clouded and my mind is racing mainly thoughts that would not suit anybody to have. But I'm determined this will not be forever and the more I share the less it takes over and the balloon is getting smaller and smaller.
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29/11/2020 08:43:45 pm

Nice blog you have, thanks for posting

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