46/365 - Are you breathing?

Beckenham sky

I respect everyone’s time too much to put out things that have no value. I didn’t post anything in the last few days because I felt genuinely that I had nothing to say.

In all fairness lately I had to ask myself many times: “Are you breathing?”

You can’t think when you are not breathing.

The kind of breath that feels like its filling you, not the one that can spiral into a panic attack at any point.

Yes, I ask myself that a lot.

I have days when I wish I would feel more, maybe just sit and cry, but I don’t have the time or the energy.

Then I turn and see something beautiful and I am so happy I didn’t miss it.