BREATHE OUT THE CARBONDIOXIDE
LEARN TO BREATHE Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll still be alive and kicking, breathing and learning to understand the swiveling propensity of the wind. Only God can explain to me the pros and cons of my own story, the more people try to get close to me there’s always a sudden decline in the predilection of our proximity so I just reveal to them what they want to see. There is always exaggeration in every form of perfection and an element of truth in every awkward statement. Whatever beautiful thing tomorrow brings, I hope it last and I am alive to grasp it. I hope I have the effrontery to preserve it and cherish it for the rest of my existence, this is me this is my life, I cry a lot with a smile on my slim face especially when I walk under the rain; a times I just want to breathe and perceive the beauty of the wind but then I sneeze only to miss the comportment of the breeze. I want to know what it really means to be alive and feel internal peace, you know to feel accompli...