Living

The rain cascading down gradually became louder. The weather, as if knowing my inner thoughts, played lightly along the tent shielding me. I don’t know what to expect. Being out of tune with life and letting my own insecurities deafen my hearing. I just want to lay silently breathing. Why? I ask myself… I was doing so great. My life was making great progress. I was doing great things. As if that’s life’s cue, it comes crashing back down. What folly, what stupid folly. Played so strong for so long and for what? And yet I linger alone on the apex of life or death. The only thing scary is that I’m only afraid of one of them… Life… Living… Am I even doing it right?

MJMS©

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