I have been focusing a lot on my breath lately. The miraculous ability to inhale then exhale when no one taught you how. The space in-between breaths allows for the perspective of my thoughts to be released into the ether. It’s become second hand nature as soon as I awake: (In. I hate our President. Out. What else can I do but watch?) Information is power, but I've become oversaturated with context. Breathing allows me to not hold the fear in my mouth any longer than I have to.

I have been deeming this feeling as immobility, but with a type of retention that comes from listening. Sounds carry memories within the waves and I’ve learned to discern their changes in frequency. It’s a peculiar thing; how I can view one thing and see its beauty, yet hear another and understand its ugliness. Still, you must breathe: (In. Where did you go? Out. You are always right in front of me.)

Change always come from within. A desire to seek balance for overcompensation. Lately I’ve been able to find a map that directs me where to go no matter the circumstances. A stark change from walking into a room and the light not switching on when you know for a fact it did for everyone else: (In. I am feeling so lost. Out. I wonder where that light leads?)

I have understood a lot this past year and continue to learn with each passing breath. What I’ve uncovered is that knowledge never ceases growing into something else, sometimes euphoric or strange, but always something different. Now I’m hearing all the colors that never existed in the memories they carry. And I am excited, if not impatient, to make and hear and see new ones so I can finally tell their stories. Aren’t we all just trying to breathe? (In. Then. Out.)