breathless.

when one says she is breathless...
it has two implications.

For one, overcomed by awe and adrenaline rush that sends a tinkle down your spine.
Your breathe skips in melodious rhythm...

Secondly, gasps of oxygen that randomly gets santioned out of you.
beyond anaerobic respiration- you are in serious need of oxygen for goodness sake!

I happen to be towering towards the latter.
dun belittle me, work itself doesn't has that capability.
Afterall, the no. of breathes we take is in proportion to the domains in our life.
The more domains we have, the more gasps of air required.
count my blessings, count my gasps of air...
I dun beg u to leave my air alone... but for goodness sake!
Leave some air for me.
At least before lactic acid builds up and leaves us all with lungs of carbon dioxide.

breathlessly sane.