27 December 97
Breath stumbled by parched lips, on its desperate way to some vital function, undirected. She struggles with the thought, "one more," and then, "one more," until the phrase rebounds continuously, reverbating in her skull endlessly, circling time and again until it is no longer words but a chant, no longer a chant but a rhythm, no longer a rhythm but a song. This song uplifts her defeats her encourages her shoves her along the way. Sharp intake, gritted teeth, desperate perserverance, until the goal is within sight ~~ only a moment more a minute, an hour a day, a lifetime. Each breath, a punishment a liberation a desperate bid for freedom ~~ FROM this addiction FOR this addiction. Breath is life is song is freedom.
Scraps