I want to breathe, not only through my lungs- I want to breathe through everything. My eyes need to open up for a pure, releiving cry. To cry is to let my soul breathe, deeply. My skin needs to awaken to all the tingling jolts that my nerves allow. It needs to respond to every slight feeling it receives. In my claustrophobic mind I know it is all of this that I'm starved for. I am but a simple peasant, living in a third world country. However, it is not that I am underfed, it is that I crave to be empty of these shallow desires. I want to breathe. My head; my stuffy, dark head needs to feel the earthly chill of an autumn breeze inside of it. My body wants to feel the cold rain water drip and cleanse my naked, smooth flesh. My hair needs to be blown and scattered by a frosty wind-storm from the depths of February. My nose wants to smell the sweet, perfect perfume of the newborn blooms. My ears want to be graced by all of the natural sounds that are produced from a simple but beautiful rainstorm. I wish to breathe. Inhale...exhale. Inhale......Exhale.

I imagine my tongue being teased by thousands of natural flavors. I imagine lying in a giant bed of dandilions, being tickled by all of the sweet yellow petals. I imagine being cuddled by the lioness that haunts my home in the form of a small black cat.

And as I imagine all of these alluring feelings, my eyes begin to breathe and release all water that was once held. And it escapes so I can breathe, and I can breathe, I breathe.
"sigh"