

The Jagged Lifes Sweet RemedyHere I am again looking back for the warning signs. Another night of insomnia is all I can see coming. How do I describe this feeling? Have I ever really been able to? Feeling like this is like clutching for air. Sweet, desperate breath retreats from my lungs. I inhale. I breathe in so deeply it makes me dizzy and I have to close my eyes. This is the feeling. I'm upset because we argued again. I'm crying in small, blubbering gasps. They fade slowly with each pinch of sharp, metal air. I turn to my stuffed bear. I listen to my teddy bear. He speaks: "Just breatThe Jagged Lifes Sweet Remedy
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