I’ve lived in the sense that I’m still
alive.
I’ve lived in the midst of the deepest
heartbreaks. I’ve smiled to the point
where I’ve cried. I’ve been thankful in
the moments where I should have been
selfish, I’ve been grateful in the moments
where I should have been heartless.
I’ve seen clearly, but I’ve followed blindly.
I’ve seen the light after many hellish fights,
but still found a calm sense of self in the
dark.
I’ve traveled far but never taken a step, I’ve
taken a step and went to the reaches of the
creativity. I’ve dreamed to be among the
stars, I’ve woken up and created realities
and crafted countless galaxies. I’ve looked for
myself when I wasn’t even missing. I’ve
found me even when I thought there was
nothing to find. I’ve failed, but I’ve lived
life with everything.
I’ve lived feeling like I wasn’t enough. I’ve
lived knowing I was everything. I’ve lived
writing out my pain, I’ve lived singing my
heart out. I’ve lived in the pulse, but never
in the loop. I’ve lived knowing peace, I’ve
lived embracing me.
I’ve lived in the sense that I’m still
alive.
I’ve lived in the sense that I’m still
here.
I’ve lived.
I’m Alive, I’m Living...
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