my lungs
my stripped lungs
air is all around
my mind is all around, I am crycling
between getting air and troubling to getting air
I am in my bike, I am falling
falling from your eyes, so hard to keep on
eye contacting
or breathing
or no, both. I can't breathe.
With every deep breath, I am drowning to air
more and more and more
am I panicing?
I am dying-
I can't think straight. There is no straight.
There is no forward or back.
There is in.
That ı am so into it. I ment to pry.
And then, ıf I survive on get enough, there is out.
Out is gonna end I think- crycling air for my lungs is tiring
I can't breathe properly.
Trying to get air is might going to kill me.
Out is not gonna be end.
I am cycling for living.
Getting every deep breath - chances I can take.
Chancec are high
Higher when I am deep breathing
Living between almost dying and keep going
I can't deep breathing
