Smells like rubber

And sweat

Barely able to lift my head

I did this to myself

Deep breathings again

Knowing I am sent

And it is much easier when the house has burned down

 

Smells like fresh grass

And tea

Not a memory

Someplace outside of myself

Nose breathing

Knowing I am sent

And the burning house is far from now

 

Smells like hope

And the freedom

Both internal

Fueling myself

Whole body breathing

Going only fulfills being sent

The burning house now a forest playground