A breath of fresh air. But it felt like heavy cement in their lungs.

Like skipping a pebble over the water; beautiful until it sinks to the bottom.

Sometimes their thoughts became so twisted, they felt lost in the dark of midnight.

Or the feeling of when the sun hides behind the clouds just after they felt the warmth on their skin. But once again, it left them feeling icy cold.

When the smoke in the city causes the illusion of a starless sky, just as they were starting to find the beauty in their twinkles and winks. Of course, they thought.

They wished on a shooting star when it was only a plane.

Come back, come back to reality. But the moon wished them into a dreamland.

A breath of heavy air. A confusing moment in time.

When a necessary change whirled them into a cluster of confusion, relief and loss.

When words felt like weighted down nonsense, a hug was their only console.

A breath of fresh air - they sighed - felt like sinking sand in their heart.

It'll be okay; just as long as they don’t stop breathing.

Does this world find their hope a joke?

Breathe, just breathe.

They couldn't wrap their head around a goodbye, so they didn't.

They just breathed until the cement in their lungs formed a city where tulips grew out of sidewalk cracks and the smell of rum disappeared into the night.