🌐𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙼- 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?

Lungs billow slowly, full of a leeching coolness- quiet humming and stillness, don’t move, breathe. Rest with a nagging tiredness and though wicked thou not be the nagging will of yours rouses you. Not yet done nor satisfied, no energy to move, do as you please but you must breathe until you are too tired, only then will I breathe for you as you succumb to the shakes and shifts, sparks fly as the body is too swift and wrathful for the frame rate to fathom, a speeding, stopping, freezing, skipping, until your eyes flash forward from the past to the now- The time that has moved yet you lied still as your mind went running off elsewhere, your body frozen with no input, did you even breathe at all? Can I not fully rest lest I am to lay to waste? Are the pin and needles shooting nerves all that keep me from the untimely? Maybe survival at most but these moments are certainly not living. 

Sentient