The word itself conjures up a world of ideas. Ideas of which are varied and many, as many as seven universes can hold.
And I don’t know why, but over seventeen years or so of thought, it conjured up an idea in me for a title long sought.
A title to the story I’ve held close in my heart.
The story of learning learning to breathe. Without you. Little Boy Lost.
Learning to Breathe Without You.
And I have done this. I have learned to breathe. Breathe and more. Now I am ready and I will tell the story of loosing my breath and my every heartbeat.
Breathe in. Pause. Breathe out. Pause. Breathe. Wait.
I am holding my breath.
“Breathing While Holding My Breath”
“Learning To Breathe Without You”