There are these moments. When something hits you out of nowhere. Like a truck. And it catches you so off guard that you forget to breathe. So you sit there for a few moments. Not breathing. Somewhere, among your other thoughts of other things, you remember you need to breathe. So you do. But it doesn't feel right, like your lungs are too heavy. You decide just not to breathe.
You really aren't sure what to do. The thoughts aren't even really coming anymore. It's all frozen. One thought. The one thought you'd rather not think. Sitting there, you let your arms go limp. They hang at your sides. Nothing works anymore. Breathing, thinking, being, it's all broken. What more is there to do?
Sometimes, I think it would just be easier to be crazy. Completely, utterly, crazy.
Maybe I'll try it.
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