Floating mid-air,
feeling as light as a fairy feather.
There’s plenty of air,
but I can’t catch a breather.

Like sunken into the abyss,
I can’t feel my own breathing.
How can I escape from this,
when I don’t know what’s happening?

Blurry visions,
the air is hazy.
Suffocation,
the air is heavy.

“Don’t forget to breathe,”

Gasping.
Panting.

The tightly-shut eyes now can see,
as my feet step on the ground abruptly.
Balancing myself carefully,
orienting things surrounding me.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

“Don’t forget to breathe,”

How long do I have left until I’m floating again?
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because I’m lost without you, but let me orient myself.