This is part of a whole collection of poems I wrote about five years ago. Their sort of like Deep Thoughts by Victorio Reyes...
I love breathing air.
Not the act.
It’s actually kind of repetitive
Breathe in breathe out
and than I get paranoid and
wonder what would happen
If I forget to breathe.
Until I forget that I was worried
about forgetting to breathe air.
And then I love it again.