Alive
I just want to sit here. Silently. In the mystery of it all.
Not only where there are no answers, but where there are no questions.
No questions because that would suffocate these thoughts, these emotions, that are spinning around us madly. Filling the air as though they are the matter that make up and form us all.
And as we sit in their midst, they cover us like a blanket. We feel the weight of them, intermixed with the sound of our own beating heart. And they fall; silently, softly, upon us. And in that instant we know - this is what it is to be alive.
Not only where there are no answers, but where there are no questions.
No questions because that would suffocate these thoughts, these emotions, that are spinning around us madly. Filling the air as though they are the matter that make up and form us all.
And as we sit in their midst, they cover us like a blanket. We feel the weight of them, intermixed with the sound of our own beating heart. And they fall; silently, softly, upon us. And in that instant we know - this is what it is to be alive.
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