In the midst of all the noise,

the quiet blurs.

Every sound becomes one,

until I hear nothing at all.

Nothing, but the sound of my breath.

Inhale,

exhale.

Breathe in,

breathe out.

I can hear each pulse of the blood flowing through my body.

I can feel my rib cage expand as my body fights to live.

I can feel the air around me moving, flowing.

flowing like the blood throughout my body.

My breathing quickens as I become more aware. 

Aware of how each breath,

each pump,

is the only thing keeping me alive.

And as I listen to the sounds within me,

I wonder, why?

What is the reason that I breathe?

What reason is there for the blood within me to flow?

Flow through my veins,

twisting, winding, turning.

Like the many rivers across the world that all meet as one.

I think, 

we are all connected like those rivers.

Even the air I breathe will make its way to you, one way or another.

As the questions flood my brain and take over my thoughts,

I stop breathing.

Everything is still.

My heart starts beating faster.

My chest hurts.

My body is desperate, trying to find the air I need to live.

I inhale.

And amongst the quiet, 

I hear the symphony of life.