two hands. and one heart.

in ... out.

in .... out.

it's the

in ... out.

that sometimes is the

hardest.

because i forget.

how it feels.

why it's important.

and there is only blankness.

darkness?

yes.

lightness?

i can't be sure.

whiteness.

i think.

nothingness?

nothingness?

nothingness.

it's confusing.

how can there be the

unknown amidst the known?

confusion amidst the clear?

staleness amidst the beauty?

beauty amidst the pain?

emotions amidst the nothingness?

i only have two hands.

and one heart.

how can it possibly all be held?

the opening

seems so small.

and there doesn't appear 

to be enough 

space.

in ... out.

in .... out.

it's the

in ... out.

1.2..3...

remember.

you can do it.

but.

i only have two hands.

and one heart.

how can i ask them

to hold so much?

sometimes it's just a matter

of finding the light.

and remembering how to let

it encircle...

regardless of the 

blackness

the darkness

the whiteness

the nothingness

that resides

within.

in ... out.

in .... out.

in ..... out.

breath.

just.

my friend's view through her lens.

wherever you find yourself today

find your breath.

look at your two hands.

and one heart.

and let the light

encircle you.

because today.

these things are enough.

hoping for...

- n.