Windless

i'm not sure how it should be like but bidding farewell to 2 people who have kept me sane most days when it's been most insane seems like a heavy weight on my shoulders.

listening to illogical arguments has convinced me that it is not sane to try to keep up with the insanity that has become a daily regiment. capability is not a supporting reason any more and the greens make no sense except for what could be greener on the other side.

once again, i'm the last one standing, not because of my abilities but rather my inability. frustrations! windless lungs struggle for breath underneath the stress. i take deep breaths but it's making me nauseous. give me air, i beg. but who listens? please, walk away.

maybe, i forgot to breathe again.