Halfway

i am a bridge between life and death. I am full of empathy and spirit. But I am careless and soulfree. I am happy and enjoying the moment. But all good things come to an end. I am breathing and that Is a beutiful thing but good god does it fucking hurt. Im choking on clean air. I often think about death and how freeing it would be. I don't like being trapped in the middle. Halfhere. Halfgone. It's strange though. I don't think about life in the way that I used too. Maybe i'm too far gone Maybe the gap between life and death is about to close.