Existing and living are two different things.

Breathe the air. Taste it, smell it, feel it. Take the non poisonous gas for whatever you make of it.
You're my oxygen.
I know that when I'm breathing, you're breathing.
We're breathing.
Together.

An infinite supply of possibilities.
A scent. A memory.
Thousands.
Millions.

And we held hands with the air around us. We defied this gaseous compound.
Clasped, it couldn't penetrate our grip.
Clasped, we stopped breathing momentarily.


With no air supply, we still breathe.

-A-