December 16, 2011

The Unknown Battle

“Breathe,” I told myself.

I fought my way around, forcing my unconscious self to gape for air.

It felt as if I was strangled into blossoming bouquets of fresh poppies.

I couldn’t see. The braids on my hair were let loose as they tangled all over my sunburnt face.

Colours. I started seeing a few splashes as I marched through what felt like an unknown floating battle.

Flowers. They looked like a child’s drawing. Thousands of sunflowers. Some hearts in between.

You. I saw you smiling.

“Breathe,” I told myself.

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