Can you breathe?

Yes. No. I don't know. I can't talk sometimes. I stumble over my words. Falling over them. I might breathe now. But I don't know for how long. Nobody knows.
Sometimes though, I can breathe perfectly fine. Like I am going to conquer the world. Like everything which was bothering me never existed. Like I am the person I used to know.

Like I've taken a step.