Resuscitate

Allow me to search for your breath like the cold air finds it. I want to see it, fill my lungs with it, watch it dance as it dissipates. I want to feel something I know is real because it is made visible by the lifeless oxygen around its pretty wisp. Inside a mind full of abstract thoughts, I want to grasp something tangible, hold it within, and let it go. Maybe it is what will make my heart beat again.