I inhaled as hard as I could and I could feel my lungs expand to their maximum capacity, my rib cages jutting out and my entire body’s air pressure, pressured all on me. My chest holds the air for as long as it can, I want to expand and expand and become more. I want to be more expanding and to become noticeable. 



I craved for the entrance of a bright existence, its very presence shall fill me with purpose and propel me into the greatest heights. Shivering in cold sheets I wanted nothing more than to turn up the heat, hoping that I would go up and up. Swelling high hopes were making me suffocate, the ribs can no longer hold it in, the soft sigh of your skin and my silence. Folds unfold and staggering might creates such tension between me and this loneliness, slipping out of my own sad, cold body.