I'll use these "emptybreaths" to put forward my feelings.
While I know not what they're for.
As my tolerance seems to hit the ceilings.
My dreams keep me on the floor.
I must not lose myself
Although I'd like to.
To live this life , or live at all.
To live it in likeness of who.
A routine of a life seems just about it.
Regarding why I lose him piece by piece , and bit by bit.