Some days its like this.

hold your breath.

watch the clock.

close your eyes, and starve yourself.

keep it in, hold it tight, hold it in, with all your might.

Wait a minute, or maybe two, until your lungs combust.

Hold it till you can no more, and then when your done, just a little more.

then breathe in deep, the sweet satisfying relief, where every cell in your body rejoices at the return of the thing you never realised you couldn't live without.

your head spins wildly, in the exaltation of new found life.

you realise how great and amazing it is, that you have the luxury of breath.

and without it, you are inherently dead.