I'm having an epiphany, I'm more aware that I can breathe. That can see things with my eyes like the green leaves of a pine tree; or the blue of the skies, how fluffy and white the clouds are. I can feel the wind freely flow through my curly locks. And I realize that out of all the possibilities, out of all the possible outcomes, I'm here, real, alive and well. And I'm truly lucky to be able to experience this place I call earth.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Being Happy
PoetryThe screams will be slient, but blood bleeds loud. Blow your brains out.