Everyday Dilemma
This breath took me all the previous breaths to reach it. I’m barely keeping up, constantly worried that I might have missed a breath somewhere distant in time’s past. But if I come upon that breath now, unsated, what to do? To breathe it would cause me to lose the breath that I would have breathed had I not been breathing that one lost long ago, thus occasioning me to, again, lose my breath, this present breath I’m currently breathing. In finding one breath I would lose another again, ad infinitum. What a dilemma! In searching, I fear to find myself whole, broken; in neglecting to search, I fear losing the splinters of what I might have once become. Deep within myself, I draw the shades of my apartment and concentrate, some studied monotone of hope and bone.