A Thought — Part 3
Nov 14, 2020
Let me get a breeze rolling in.
The air I breathe is toxic.
Full of smoke.
Full of ash.
Full of poison.
Let me open the screen door.
The air I breathe is distracting.
Full of discontent.
Full of dissatisfaction.
Full of grief.
Let me cut on the fan.
The air I breathe is wretched.
Full of sadness.
Full of sorrow.
Full of misery.
Let me crack a window open.
The lungs of salvation need to breathe.
