Untamed life of a person who knows nothing beyond the idea of breath.

Breath, unconsciously done, no need to think, none.

The air comes easy, no need to think, Im alive, no need to think at all.

Whens the next meal and why arent you entertaining me?

Untamed? As if the word had meaning. Dont think about it.

A child sighs in boredom, the sigh is not alive.

It is there like the sky. Like Breath. Like his mind.

Dont think about it.

Untamed because you can be.

Because you were told so when you were 10.

Dont think, just be strong.

Thinking takes away the breath.

It removes the concentration from the radiation that glows like Jesus Christ Almighty Hero of the children in their bean bag chairs.

The bean bag chairs conforming to their shapes like the breath in their lungs.

Dont think or itll go.

Untamed?

The breath is untamed more than the mind.

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