Breathe (tBc)

It wasn't like what he had expected of it. But tiny spasms of pain was felt on his chest. It always occurred when he laugh, cough, sneeze or do something tiring. And sometimes when he moves his arms or stand very straight up. It wasn't good but it was better than having a heart attack. He'd had thought about it much often when he feels the pain. But it was not impossible, heart problems would be the last on the list if ever he'd have a disease. Besides, it' his chest that hurts not his heart. Breathing always keep the calm mind relax and forget the terrible things it could bring. Breathe in, breathe out, he told himself every now and then.

It helped, of course. It was the easiest, quickest and most natural thing for a prevention. And also the most stupid.

He wanted it to have it checked by a physician but his instincts were always his priority and he never considers himself a pessimistic person. He's always the positive one.

But in reality, he wasn't even sure. Maybe it was just really some minor strain or is it? Or is he just afraid to find out that it's something worse than that. No, of course not.

Afternoon had already fallen into darkness. Stars covered the ever dark sky. It was cloudless, and the most amazing night of all. Winds blew from every direction but it wasn't harsh. Trees swayed to its every blow. Leaves rustled to it's every touch. Branches clapping when it passed by. They were in one. Nature in unity. It was perfect. Perfect night to allow himself drifting away by the power of his most colorful imagination. Nothing is much less perfect than this Friday night.

He stepped out of the veranda and let his feet took the wheel. He was walking now. Breathing in the most fresh air. Just little tiny steps. Yes, this is what he needs. He needs something that will remind him of the advantages of being solitary. But not for long.

Sounds of the little creatures in the longs grasses nearby were music to his ear. Accompanied by the gentle sound of the crashing waves on the cliffs and the music of the trees. Music, yes. It was the perfect sound of music.

He took one last step, turned around to look at the little cottage, that welcomed for the last two days, and stopped, gazing at it for it's perfection. He envied it not because it wasn't human but because it was alone. Alone but yet it stood still for who knows how many years. It was unlike him, but it was what he wants to be.

Independent.