The Breath Between

In the pause between inhale and release, the body forgets its hunger for air— a suspension where nothing claims you.

The world tilts on this hinge, these fractured seconds where sound hasn't yet returned to fill what was emptied.

You live here sometimes without knowing, in the held moment before laughter, before the yes leaves your mouth, before you remember to be afraid.

The lungs know something the mind resists: that letting go is not an ending but an opening, a readiness, the invisible breath that holds us all.