Time. Life. Breathe.

Nothing in my life slows down.

People want me to keep moving. 

I want it to stop. 

It. Life. Responsibility. Homework. School. Friends. Family. The World. 

Can I find some little world to visit that is outside of this dumb Americanized time? This version of time sucks the life out of you. Multiple ways. 

I just want to sit back and breathe. 

Not breathe so I can be alive for tomorrow. 

Not breathe remembering the past.

I want to breathe.

In. Out.

As the cars rush past my window. Their tires splashing the rain around in a great, never-ending, melodic symphony. 

In. Out. 

The smell of my bed sheets. My shampoo. Mint lip balm.

In. Out. 

Expanding and collapsing. My body moving to keep me. 

In. Out. 

Smooth as my pencil sings individual notes across this page. 

In. Out. 

My roommates reading, page turning, typing, sighing, breathing.

We are all in this state we like to call “alive”. And not to be cliché or morbid, but I am no longer living.

I’m dead.

And I don’t see me being revived anytime in the near future. 

I’m screaming out in my silence and only a few hear my whispers.

But the few help.

So much.

The point of sharing a secret whisper of your heart is not for others to know. It is for you to know that they have a secret whisper too. 

When you share you lose a part of yourself, but you find, and replace it with, someone else’s part. It connects you…Almost a distraction, but somehow more “holy” than that.

If only people could see pain the same way they see things to judge!

Every action is caused by something. 

Joy. Pain. Fear of others. Guilt. Peace. Love. Sadness. Anger.

Judging someone’s actions is hard because first you have to know pieces of their heart. The action may not be right, but don’t judge the action. Don't judge the cause. 

Take a step back 

and 

breathe. 

Remember the whole world is breathing.

The whole world has secret whispers in their hearts.

Here we are all just remembering how to breathe.

Pause your mental timeline. Destroy your clocks.

And breathe.

By Winter Burnett 

November 17, 2015