As I plead my lids to move and open, I roll on the feathery surface brushing my soothed skin.. I feel the warm rays peeking from the glass and dancing on the edges of my figure, touching the line of my lashes. I open my eyes feeling the light pouring into my eyes and burning every bit of coldness and darkness lasted in my soul.
I take a breath and let the smile ghosting on the thin line of my lips appear.
I blink.
Hearing nothing.
Hearing peace and quietness,
and a small whisper of a far away bird slipping from the glass of my window greeting my ear and beautifully proving one thing.. That I feel alive..
YOU ARE READING
Moments I felt alive
PoetryCreating a book of every moment I felt like I was there, every moment I felt alive. (Separate chapters for light read and quick shuffle)
