how_am_i_still_breathing Lovers Lament Reading through the blathers of years gone by I have to stop and wonder why or how I am still alive How am I still breathing? I can feel the panic like a live thing crawling up my throat With each quote, each tiny piece of my I shared with each post and all I can think is How am I still breathing? When read together I can barely even tell myself that to breathe is right Or good or that innocence or light is still in attendance anywhere in sight and it all comes back to the fact that somehow I am still breathing. 130322 ... Lovers Lament Sigh, oh sigh, "Me" not "My" Blather needs an edit button. :P 130322 what's it to you? who go blather from