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I Breathed for a Day and THIS Happened

I woke up without thinking of the monumental decision I would make. It would change my entire day, yet I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I was breathing.

I stepped out of bed, 
gulping air, 
yet completely unaware.

The influx of oxygen turned me into a poet. I scrambled into a sweater and boiled some eggs. The water in the pot frothed as my mind simmered.

What great transformation would be forced upon my soul, now that I was breathing?

I cooked eggs
Shooked legs
Breathing with ease
And learning Chinese

Gulp, gulp, gulp. I gulped air and instead found ENLIGHTENMENT. The sweet, sweet tang of learning enveloped my soul as I stuffed my brain with a foreign language I might never get to use. (of course, I wasn’t so pessimistic then. I was breathing!)

The eggs simmered down
Only one was brown
It seems like that should have metaphorical significance
It reflects the magnificence
Of my beard?

Yum. I ripped apart the unfertilized chick’s life with my feral teeth. I was breathing, but you know who wasn’t? The chicken.

A bit of salt, a bit of pepp
Am I still breathing?
But is the chicken dead?
Yup, I ripped off its head.

Still, I hadn’t realized the sublime fact that I was, in fact breathing. If I had, it might have taken my breath away.

As it was, I went on with my day.

I strolled down the sidewalk
Stomping on the defiled pavement covered with ugly chalk
I wish it would rain
And remove this stain
Take away my pain!
And yet...
it remains.

(How melodramatic. But not that traumatic.)

Calm down. Take a breather.
You don't have to scowl, either.
You're a galoot! A Gafroot! A Gadzoot!
woot woot woot!
Those chalkers and talkers and stalkers (wait what?)
Will run at the taste of your fooot!

It was a great day to wear sandals. 40˚ Fahrenheit and not a snow cloud in the sky. Because it was above freezing, obviously. There might have been other clouds.

I stomped in puddles. I got mud on my feet. I left muddy tracks on the sidewalk. They think they can talk big chalk? Well, my foot art was far more beautiful. This is what happens when you breath.

I moved on, kept on going
My worries – protozoan.
Shoeless – not ingrowing.
And of course due to the enormous amount of oxygen in my blood my skin was 
Ta ta ta
Oo la la

I’ll finish once I stop breathing. Right now, life is too good.

Dashing? Not? Say how you feel!

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