I feel my heavy body. It seems I’ve returned to sunk into the sea again. It’s dark and quietude but nothing else can be felt.
Good day to be alive, he said.....
Suck up for that quick reward, they said.....
Crazy for continuous breathe, who would said…
Fortune, fame, vain, all of these are not my chase. I do it to get back my freedom, my smile, and my fresh oxygen.
Even breathe, is the great unattainable thing for me. I am unwilling to lose control. I am unwilling to be a sicko.
Thump me to drive the gloom out of my chest.
Pull me to escape from the dark benthal…
Hurt me to enable me feel…
Press me to make me breathe…
