A cold frost

You ever feel that shortness of breathe that inexplicable incapability to breath. The feeling sinks deep into your chest as you feel it go numb. There is such a desire for the feeling to know that you are human and yet despair for it haunts your whole body in a dull state. It can be cold too, as though a frozen dagger has been thrusted into the chest. A piece of your existence leaves as the blade has left its reminisce. Yet there is really nothing I can associate with it, because I do not know what the reason is for it to pass, but dwells heavily inside me.