***Hey guys, this is another excerpt from the short story I am working on. I’m not yet sure what I want to end up doing with the short story, and I am debating making it into a longer manuscript (idk yet….). Anyway hope you enjoy! I will post links at the end to the previous excerpts for you to check out!***
Breathless and dull. That’s how I feel. I’m not quite sure if those two things go together or now, but right now, I’ll take it.
I’ve heard a lot of people describe the feeling of being breathless. Some say it happens when they experience a great thrill, like skydiving or bungee jumping or the biggest drop or upside down loop on a roller coaster. Others say it’s more of an emotion, like the really cliché valentine’s cards that say, “you take my breath away,” or the feelings you get when you are nervous for someone else. Either way, I don’t think any of those emotions describe my kind of breathless.
Nope. My kind of breathless goes along with dull. It’s the kind where you’re breathless because breathing is boring. Maybe you can relate. It’s the feeling where you don’t want to die, but you feel like it might be more interesting than your current situation of nothingness. Therefore, every breath feels dull, and therefore oxygen just doesn’t have the same appeal.
How does one add excitement into their life? I’m not sure yet. I’m working on it, but something seems to tell me that all forms of excitement are relative. Perhaps, if I started having what I know consider to be an “exciting life,” that life would grow old and dull in time. Then would I need to search again? I’m not sure if I have that kind of motivation. I don’t want to find fading breathlessness, I want it to last.
One time, I experienced that breathless feeling. I once went rock climbing, and, upon reaching the top of said rock, I felt breathless. However, I’m not sure if it was from the view or my lack of fitness. I want that breathless feeling that I can be sure of. I want to know I’m amazed, and I want to be stunned into not breathing. I want to take the dullness out of every breath, and place excitement into every inhalation.
I want excitement. I want life. I’m not sure where to find it, but I think I might get there. That is, of course, if I can stop my dull and breathless scenario.
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