Fill it in.

I cannot see the air. But I continue to take breaths. Without thinking, my lungs are being filled up, giving me life. It quickly becomes a habit; breathing in and out without even knowing. I think back and realize how I would not be here if it weren't for breathing every second. The air is always there, it's up to me to keep breathing. I see my breath when the air gets cold, reminding me I have life. And so I carry on, already forgetting what's keeping me alive. I notice when I am in high or low places that the air is what I desire most. When I am in waters above my head, air is the only thing that will keep my heart beating, my lungs pumping. For the air is my God; and the breaths, my faith.