I Live

I live in my heartbeat,

in the taste of my coffee,

in the lightheaded awe

of looking up at trees,

in the wind on my skin,

surprisingly cool on a bright summer morning,

startling goose bumps.

I live in my sleep,

in my watching the sunrise,

in getting soaked in the rain,

in the soft grass caressing my feet,

in the solitary song of a nightingale,

in the dark before dawn, when it’s quiet.

I live in my passion,

in my boredom,

in my waiting,

in witnessing the passing of seasons.

While I have breath, I live,

in every soft exhale, still warm out of my lungs.

In every precious moment,

and every mundane task a thousand times repeated,

I live.

What do I plan on doing with my life, you ask?

I plan to live.

Thank you for reading.

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