I don't know when I started running,

When I started swimming,

When I started to hold my breath and count the days.

It seems as though the world is frozen and I'm just here,

It feels as though I'm running around collecting pieces to a puzzle,

It's like I'm going insane.

Perhaps I started swimming when the tears started flooding my eyes, flooding my bed, 

Maybe I started running when the lions and polar bears started chasing me in my never ending dreams

Is it possible I started holding my breath when the toxins started seeping through my door, through my life

How can something -someone- be so delicate yet so dangerous.