My lungs are pulsing slowly. 1-2-3, breathe in. 1-2-3, breathe out. Coarse air flows enters and exits, leaving a faint wind-like howl to fill my room. My gangly limbs ache, from shoulder to fingertips. Hips to the tips of my toes. My body is sluggishly killing itself. I feel it. My soul withering up in the deepest darkest corners of my torso. As my rib-cage starts to collapse in on it like the poor structure of castle walls betraying the king that lies behind them. The only way is up and out, Superman. Take your pick. Let the Kryptonite consume you, or escape. Everything fades as I take that one last breath Into The Wild style. My soul forcing it’s way up my esophagus. It soars, up through the dark night-time sky, breaking the invisible walls of Earth’s atmosphere. Careening through the endless universe, bouncing off of planets and stars like a pinball racketing off of bumpers. It searches, through the foggy clouds of Venus. Not a life-form to be found, and no love to be found as well. It searches, in and out of the rings of Jupiter to seek one figure to fulfill itself. Slowly, this soul discovers, there’s not a damn piece of life out there, or on the surface of earth that can replace that “lifeless figure on the mattress.” It makes it way back home, like a lost puppy, trying to return to it’s owner. To feed. To rebirth. The tiresome soul falls, and falls through the invisible holes it once previously made when escaping. Forcing it’s way back into my mouth, and down my throat. Just spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. It descends into the deepest darkest corners of my torso, and punches my rib-cage like a boxer training for the final fight. Except it’s trying to revitalize. One pulse, some blood starts to pump, like water flowing through the crack of a dam. Two pulses, it’s beginning to widen the cracks. Three pulses, the dam of death falls, and the soul keeps on fighting it’s way to revitalization. “No, human, you will not fall. There’s so much potential, so many goals to fulfill. Take those empty words that snake out of your mouth, and fill them with purpose.” Air flows into my lungs, and I rise out of the abyss, breathing in as hard as possible, like life took a cheap shot to me right in the stomach. “Rise to a new day, and conquer.”