Breath. Breath. Look your breathe. You’re real. Reality will strike you. But you will know the cue. That cue which teached you how to breath. That cue that that will only get you closer to death. I know its cold. But this is how you hold. You hold this warmth, only to release. Maybe you do all of this to be in peace. What even is peace, is it comfortability? Or is a state of tranquility? But you ...