filling

Sometimes I think
that if I can breathe deeply enough,
then I can fill my lungs
with nothing but the sweet air
and my blood cells will become
so full
as they pump through my heart
that they will simply
burst
with the fullness.
And they will release that deep breathe
into my body and
air will rush through my veins until it
cannot be contained anymore.
It will shoot out between my eyes
through my fingers and toes
through the top of my head
through my core
and i will go everywhere at once.
I will be everything,
and the me that exists
right now
will no longer be.

I will be everything and nothing.


And so I breathe in.
But I stop myself
out of fear.
And release.

It's not yet time for such thoughts.
There are other matters
that deserve my attention
right now.