the seven second breath it makes me wait it pulls me from the lost world of which I was told I needed to prepare to steel myself to be not who i am but what is expected and accepted. this breath it knows the real me the one who wants to be. the one without thought or regret the one who doesn't worry or plan, or bet. the one who's found in every moment her laugh or cry full and free the one who doesn't care to create an acceptable me.
(all words, video & images in this post by shannon)
