Pacing (as an intransitive verb) - walking with often slow or measured tread. It reminds me of the ticking of a clock or the rhythmic beating of a heart at rest. But what would happen if time were to stop or to speed up past the ability to measure? What would happen to the heart?
Take a breath. Hold it. Feel the first rush as you deny the urge to exhale and breathe again. What if you could stay in this moment? The seconds stretch out like hours. Feel the tug in your lungs as they begin to fight against your closed mouth and nose. How much longer can you deny the need for air? Small bursts of light dart in front of your eyes and the room starts to spin. Every cell in your body is screaming. Finally the pain is too great, the victory too small and you have to breathe. At this moment there is no question of pacing just a ragged, messy gasp for survival.
What if that breath was a secret? How long could you hold it?
By: Judy
Stay Strong
xo Aria
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