The lucid thought of the one... Is everywhere
she is one with the atmosphere, and blows over you like a zephyr, taking her in with each breath. the way she fills you up with her aura gives you an emotion that you cannot explain. It is that of an Angels grasp. delicate, yet knowingly present.
You hate the thought of exhaling. Letting her free from the confines of your body. Selfish. You do not want to share her with nature. Selfish. It seems as if there is no other way to live. Survival is an unreachable feat. Letting her free is a forbidden concept, fore you have become parasitic. your attachment is toxic. how can you say goodbye if you've never properly welcomed her in