She was lying on her bed thinking about thoughts. Are they free? They came in and out so carefree. She watched them fill her mind like how air filled her lungs. Her soul expanded, and she took a deep and relaxing breath. So, are they free? Do I decide when to breathe and when not? Do I decide what to think and what not? Thoughts, let them come in and out like the air, free and wild. But then she heard someone gasping for air. What happened? Who is blocking the air? Was it not free? She felt herself shrinking. Her thoughts choked and died, left out to rot. Now, she lay there with an empty stare, thinking about those who died choking.