i dont want to hold my breath anymore

Why do we breathe?

No really.

Why?

If you asked me, I'd probably hide the thoughts away because they're too morbid to say out loud.

But you're not asking and I'm writing.

I think we breathe so that the absence of breathing can hurt all the more. So that our chests can burn in want of more. So that our eyes can tear up before fading into darkness. So that our hearts can pump faster before finally taking a rest from the treadmill of life.

We breathe so that when we don't, we understand it's time. But then, why so I understand so early? Why does my heart continue to beat? Why do my eyes tear up despite the shine that has faded so long ago? Why does my chest tighten in thought of living instead of thought of not?

I suppose then there is no why. There just is.

And so, we breathe.

Breathe till, breath by breath, we don't.