As easy as breathing

Salt flows in front of her.
Guilt rushes by. Didn't mean to.
She meant the best.
Slowly, carefully.
Everything seems so fragile, heave it.
Seems it matters not.
There’s bubble tea, forgotten not, there’s black and white.
Smile, that’s pretty.
Move on, that’s beautiful.
Sounds of laughter, sounds of howling.
Sound of music, sound of whining.
Bells are ringing. Sirens pass by.
You are living.

 Unrelated: (an hour later)
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, HIMYM never fails to make my day.