Time goes
as the gray clouds do
after rain.
The sun is shining
on my face now,
and my skin shivers
with the sensation
of being alive.
Trekking through
a beautiful trail,
blasting music
as we drive
through the streets -
nothing can compare.
In the sea of survival,
I break through
the water,
onto the land,
cold and dripping,
my bones frozen.
There is nothing
like being alive,
and taking each moment,
making it into
something special.
I can breathe again.
flying through an all-time low
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PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)