Breathing has been an automatic activity to me
There is no enjoyment in breathing anymore
I cannot tell how much dirt has filled my lungs,
But I can feel lots of them in me
Sometimes the sky will turn into a brilliant blue
With fluffy clouds in it
But now, I have to see them through my sunglasses
I cannot even remember when I started wearing it
All I know is my eyes cannot take the burning sensation anymore
So does my skin
As if my physical body cannot find any enjoyment in this place
Not anymore
Soon, my soul follows my body
No enjoyment, nothing
I want to set my eyes free again
I want to set my skin free again
I want to take a fresh air again
I want to set my soul free again
But alas, I cannot do that here
Not anymore