It's as if the breath that i was holding onto,
For a mere 20 seconds,
Was life giving me the chance to take a pause.
A pause from this mad world.
A pause from my incessant attempt to grasp just a mere fist of oxygen
to put back into my lungs.
A pause from all my worries.
As i stared straight ahead,
the passing 1, 2, 3 seconds felt like 4, 5, 6 minutes.
And, Oh! How i wish i could never breathe again,
if it meant that i could dwell in that pause,
in that serene moment,
where nothing, but the sound of my dwindling heart rate can be heard.
And although this is not a request for my own demise,
I only wish for moments like these,
where i have no place on the spectrum of life.
Not living and discontent
Not dead and regretful