I am drowning.
I could take my last breath
and float very far away,
where night is day
and everything smells good
and there is no "you and me".
Where everything is ONE 
and there is no fear of separation.
I believe in that place of union and LOVE.
It is heaven. 

The truth is, I never felt so alive
as I felt when I was "dead".
The greater pain is living
when it's so much easier not to.

Life isn't measured in holding your breath
while still longing to breathe.

We only really begin to "live"
when there is no need to breathe.
When we become the air. 

© Chanti

Written a while ago and revived. I believe that if we are to share, we are to share in all vulnerability. There have been times in my life when letting go seemed to be the easier thing.