breathe. a poem by blueberry_juice
I breathe in the fresh air.
the same scenery that I've seen all my life suddenly seems different.
the pathways I've memorised seem changed.
the air is fresher than usual.
what is this strange feeling?
everything is exactly the same, but it feels so different.
as if something is missing.
but maybe it's because something is finally complete.
maybe it's because I'm finally letting go.
letting go of you.
now I can finally breathe.