In the span of a breath things can change, people can change
and what you thought you knew once upon a time turns out to be fallacy. In the
span of a breath a lifetime of wondering, worrying, dreaming and wishes can be
erased like chalk from a blackboard. In the span of a breath can come a
lifetime of regret.
In the span of a breath things can go from bad to good, from
hard to easy, from heavy to light and from sad to happy. In the span of a
breath what once meant little can mean so much, what once was unknown can
become known, what once was fantasy can become reality. In the span of a breath
nightmares can turn to fairy tales and no end in sight can turn into happily
Where is the line that decides which way the coin will fall? Within self that’s where.
Who gets to decide if there is tragedy or triumph? You do and no one else but
What is the difference between truth and fiction? How you interpret it.
I’m tired of holding my breath….