Hmmm

My chest heaves up and down, trying to catch my breath. I'm afraid it's going to happen again, where I can't breathe and it feels like my lungs are being crushed and compacted into a tight bundle. If I just keep it in, I won't have to suffer the pain of my lungs again, so I try. The urge to cough comes and I press on past the pain, until my throat begins to tickle and my whole chest rattles from my breathing. Even if I wanted it I could never be quiet. There is no peace here, I try to gain my composure, and to gain myself, but it's as if this sickness has enveloped my whole body changing me from the person who brings a smile to every ones face to the one who is in the corner turning a shade paler with each passing moment.

There comes a time when I must swallow the thick syrup that just might help all this, maybe it will make it better? So with just the thought that it will end all the unfair and no longer peaceful parts of my life, give me the calming feeling that my life has been craving for so long. So as I do so, it gathers in the back of my throat, coating my whole mouth with fowl taste, and staying in the back of my throat unable to be swallowed, because I am unsure if it is right that I am to rid myself of this constant feeling of craze.


How was that? I used my sister as inspiration, we are both suffering a major cold. So I thought it made a good line. :P