Various One Shots(Request's Will Be Considered!)

What does is mean to live?

Emotion...

Something I struggled with. I never really understood life. I never felt real. I never experienced real things. The word 'real' didn't make sense to me.

Fantasy...

That was something I was used to. Being stuck in my imagination, wishing a life I couldn't have.

Life...

Another word I struggled with. I knew what surviving was, that's easy, but living? The word didn't come naturally, it felt alien like. Almost from another world, like me. I never felt human, I just looked like one. The kind that felt helpless, alone, and stuck.

Alone...

I understood that word. I was that word, I was alone.
All by myself, in a pit of despair. No matter how hard I tried to get out of that hole, I could never reach the top. I was...

Stuck...

Stuck in a hole that was too deep to fill. Stuck in a hole that I created. At first it was an escape from reality, I hoped I would reach something by digging that hole. If I dug far enough, I would eventually reach something, right? Was I wrong, the deeper I went the more I lost myself. The deeper I went I could not see the light...

Light...

Something I could only dream of... I was used to darkness. I would hide in the shadows like a stray dog afraid of when the next meal was coming... I was hungry...

Hungry...

I was hungry for something... Anything that would take me from my despair. A ladder to get out of my hole. A bridge to cross my sorrows...

Sorrow...

I knew that word too... It rolled off my tongue like a drop of water rolled off a blade of grass. Softly it would land in the soft dirt below.

Comfort...

Something I needed. Something I wished for...

Wishing...

I did that a lot. Maybe if I wished hard enough my hunger would subside. Maybe if I wished hard enough I would get out of my hole. The hole so deep... I yearned for someone, anyone... To love me...

Love...

I was told it was warm, and happy. Oh how I wanted love. The word burned, and burned, a fire uncontrollabe. One that couldn't be tamed. A wild fire. It was free. I wanted to be free, I wanted to burn, but I was as cold as ice... Waiting to be melted. Waiting for the sun of spring to melt the late snow of winter... But I wouldn't, I would stick like muddy sludge on the side of the road.

Change...

Something I could not comprehend... Something I imagined. Humans changed, seasons changed, everything changed... Yet I did not.

Discarded...

Thrown away like a bottle of spoiled milk.

Forgotten...

Like an old stuffed animal. But like an old stuffed animal, I was found...

Found...

I. Was. Found. In my pit of despair, someone came for me. Pulled me out of the darkness. Gave me food to eat, and water to drink. Cool water from a stream, a stream of Life.

Life...

I finally got it, to live to have emotion. Words I never understood, words I struggled with finally made sense. Love for the person who pulled me out. Love for the person who saved me.

I was Loved. I was Saved. I felt Emotion. I wasn't Hungry. I wasn't Stuck. I wasn't Forgotten. I wasn't Discarded. I was Found. I found my light. I was Living. Oh how wonderful it was to live. To experience life. I was human, and being human... Is amazing...

I found my reason to live... I hope you do too...