My breath ceases like before, and a single image consumes my thoughts. A forest, any forest nearby.
Yet the more I focus on this image in my head, the harder it becomes to think and the longer I stay in this darkness, the more I feel my lungs burn.
How long have I been in this moving darkness? I don't know.
But if I stay any longer, I fear my lungs will burst.
Letting go of this feeling, I see myself floating above the buildings, I pick a spot in an alleyway and when I let the feeling go completely.
The darkness dissipates and air rushes into my lungs. I gasp as I gulp down mouthfuls of air.
It takes me a second or two, but I finally regain myself.
Turning to the street at the edge of the alleyway, I feel a sense of wholeness when I see, hear, smell, and feel people walking around.
Moving about in different directions yet like a singularity.
