Just breathe.
When your heart feels like a thousand elephants stomping at once.
When your world becomes fuzzy and your body feels as light as air.
The world is spinning, and your standing still but the feel of the rush of blood flowing through your body connects your feet to the ground.
Just breathe.
When once becomes days and days become weeks and weeks become months and you become.. lost.
When you're lying in this dark pit called your life and its raining red. And its hot and thick like oil, constantly squeezing air from your lungs and love from your heart.
Just breathe.
It's cold as ice, and as hot as the burning sun. Your body shakes and tightens, your mind screams and cries. Is this the real you, pushing all the hurt out until you explode with bright colors and flowers surround your soul?
When you've been running through this dark tunnel, finding and collecting yourself piece by piece. Nothing connects. Will it ever?
Just breathe.
One day your darkness dips it's toes into the freezing cold water and it awakens your soul.
When you turn in your blacks and greys for yellows and greens.
When you turn silence into laughter and smiles.
When you turn a deep, dark hole into a beautiful garden.
When that long tunnel becomes your ladder leading you into the light.
When you realize, there is more to life and love will set you free.
Just breathe.
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