Take me in. Our short story of becoming one is so tragic and intimate. Yes. Take me deep into your lungs.
I permeate the tissue. I am one with you. Your blood then carries bits and pieces of my being all around you. My bits and pieces keep you alive.
Then I am no longer needed. I become a toxic substance. Your lungs get smaller and press me out in a gentle way. I leave you. It's sad but I must so I float away willingly.