So many ways to express this.
Yet words falter, it is left at nothing.
Falling slowly, feeling each breath of air.
Like petals of the softest flower, in the brightest garden.
If each flower had a soul, stealing from what was left around my own
Like a heart beat without the sound.
Holding tightly to each movement.
Just so you know that you're alive.
Making what was once silence, into a certain array of glorious music, like awakening what holds strongest.
Breath me in.
Yet what once had me gone, felt like the same air, with the same petals on the same...