When restlessness and anxiety shake you dead, be glad that it's only in your head. Once you catch your breath you will still be alive. See the blue sky?
But how can you calm your thoughts with simple air? It's so thin up here.
The paths roll over the hills with no end in sight.
I almost forgot how to unhinge my mind because I rusted shut.
Everything still feels so thin. Cold hallow gusts through my weathered skin.
My soul hears static.
The isolation mounts. The hole grows. Winter stabs again with blowing snow. Spring neither withholds.
But you know I'm still breathing.
I have been this whole time.
My mind temporarily died but still survives.
Because in a breath there is no thought that ever crosses the mind.