Prose

Inhale. Exhale.

written by: babeestars

His eyes were closed, his breathing soft. Inhale. Exhale. Almost unnoticeable. Almost not there. Almost dead. His body motionless apart from the gentle rising and falling of his fragile chest. His skin pale. colourless. Lifeless. Tubes and wires connecting him to the outside world. Connecting him to the oxygen we breathe.
Sometimes I sit and wonder, is this really life? Is this really how we are meant to live. So fragile that one touch could break us. Is it worth taking each breath, when what he breathe is not pure. what we breathe is killing us, slowly poisoning out lungs. Taking our life with it.
I wonder whether this is what they would want. living a nothingness life. A life with nothing in it. Breathing. Heart beating. That is all their life is. And it's not really theirs to control. The machines taking on a body. They control what they do. Inhale. exhale.