Saturday, May 14, 2011

She read my heart.

Life is so precious, and most of the time we don’t realize that till it’s too late.
We just try and make it through the day.
We do anything not to feel anymore.
Because that’s what we are.
A vessel of feelings.
With a heart at the core of it.
And when that heart is broken
the feelings surrounding it are broken
and painful
so we do anything not to feel them
day after day
week after week
until we find ourselves merely existing
well I don’t want to just exist
I want to live
I want to feel alive
I will shout it over and over again
‘I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive!’
until I believe that it is so

My friend Hana wrote this.

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