Won’t you give
this thing a chance? You are not what
you were when you were young. Getting up
is hard to do sometimes. You know you
have to get through another day doing the same exact thing you did
yesterday. Maybe you’ll eat something
different, maybe your heart doesn’t beat on the same exact second, maybe your
life will end today. No one knows. Trying to live as if every aspect of life is
beautiful is not a difficult thing to do.
She goes outside every day, same time, same porch swing…watching the
birds fly above and the trees sway their branches. The world has beauty but we usually don’t see
it unless we STOP. She stares into the
deep night sky. Its freckles blinking
back into her wondrous eyes. She cannot
fathom that she was a single cell for half an hour at one point in time. Her wounds heal but leave scars of
remembrance, her hair grows longer with every passing day, her thoughts grow
more complex with each passing second.
Leave the phone beneath your pillow and walk outside. Just breathe…
