Sometimes it’s enough to breathe into the spaces already available.

Sometimes that suffices supremely.

But sometimes that space is severely too small – suffocatingly so.

And so on a few, brave days, it’s time to let the balloon burst,

detonate the dusty Matryoshka and reach beyond

the barriers only perceived by the littlest parts of us, so

afraid of not filling out the new role.

And even if. A little breathing room’s never done any harm, has it.