It's such a hard phase when I lose my independence. I lost my freedom. No chains or cuffs were involved, but the entrance of a new experience that became a temporary constant before willfully exiting. I may have been breathing smoggy air for the last five or six years and I eventually became used to it, despite many objections and appeals for an alternative situation. But then, a breath of fresh air descended into my existence and elevated me to a heavenly state. Genuine smiles became my norm; I resumed the need to duly impress and keep close this fascinating change. Only for the fresh air to lose interest in my smoke-filled lungs, mark its withdrawal and become an estranged sensation once more.
And now, I'm suffocating.
I've survived smog and will survive it once more.
And now, I'm suffocating.
I've survived smog and will survive it once more.