Oh god, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen. Don’t you dare.
what im wearing: primark gold tattoos, rings, handchains, hat & sunglasses, mimi & bow crochet/lace co-ord
Just a little place, between the branches of a tree, behind a sun that slowly stains the sky a ruddy red like the cheeks I can feel flushed on my face. Dreams and goals and lists drop off here, the constant clutching at all those confusing threads of life is cut short, just for a moment. And there is nothing but the wind, and the trees, and that great big cracked open bleeding sky and a sun that keeps me suspended, right here, just for a moment, there is nothing but being alive. Just standing there, swaying there, hanging there – vibrating in being alive. And you, yes you. You are alive. You are so wonderfully alive, right now, right here. With blood pumping, fibres stretching and muscles pushing. How lucky we are to be given this one chance to live, this one shot at being alive. I just want you to remember you are alive. That’s all. That’s everything. Another day, both me and you, have survived.
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