Just a moment to feel the wind, to feel the breath, to feel life.
By Elizabeth Cui
Always running,
even though I don't like running.
Trying to get ahead.
Ahead of the game, ahead of myself.
Running so fast I don't know what I'm running towards.
Or maybe I'm running away?
Running towards a new project, a new person, a new achievement.
Running away from expectation, reality, myself.
My soul is tapping on my shoulder,
begging me to stay awhile.
Stay for just a moment to feel the wind, to feel the breath, to feel life.
I'm not paying attention though.
My eyes are set forward.
Set on a target that is retracting deeper into the distance.
Soon I won't know where I am,
and my soul will be too far behind to help.
And I'll be wishing that I stayed for just a moment to feel the wind, to feel the breath, to feel life.
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Streams of light flutter through the cracks of makeshift cardboard blinds and hit me at the center of my face. I shift around the cold cement below me and tug on the torn-up sleeves of my shirt and pretend that they provide warmth. My eyelashes bind together as I work hard to sluggishly open my eyes. The sun says good morning as the light slowly makes its way down my body, warming every inch on its way down. This is my favorite time of the day. It's the only time of the day that I can be present. The only time that my circumstances don't fester in my mind, creating a chain reaction of disappointment and misinterpreted reality. The only time that I feel good enough just as I am. I think it's the consistency of the sun rising every morning and laying her warm hands on my body as if to say, "you are seen, and you are loved." The moment is short, but it's the closest thing to perfection that I have come across in this life.
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