Laughs and Lobotomies

I never wanted to write.  I don’t even think I’m particularly good at it.  I don’t even know if I like it.  It’s just something that comes out of me – like breathing.  And I can hold that breath for only so long before it must be exhaled.  And sometimes it’s harsh like a death rattle and others it sounds like a songbird.  But still those breaths come.  A reminder that I’m still here – still alive – still breathing – everyday.  Even the ones I don’t want to.