Some people say the universe is expanding. Some people say that its breathing, stuck somewhere in the lungs of infinite space.
“You’re looking older,” says someone else, sitting on the floor forgetting who you are. “I remember when…”
And are we really that much older, after a few more eyelashes flutter open and shut? What happened to that breath we were born with?
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