I draw breath,
sometimes shakily,
often with a wheeze,
but yet I breathe.
I get up.
I go through my daily routine.
Shower. Stare at TV. Read. Go to work.
Come home. Sleep. Repeat.
I am alive but I don’t
Feel I am truly living.
I am machine.
Living from one alarm to the next.
They control my life.
Wake up.
Take pills.
Don’t forget to shower.
Go to work.
Don’t forget to write.
I don’t think this is how life is
meant to be lived.
I’d rather be on a plane
on an adventure.
Somewhere other than here.
I am working my life away.
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Hannah Lorrelle
I am a writer who is still trying to find her way in this great wide world. I strive to write stories that touch people's lives in some small way.
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