The rain pitter pattering on my window.
The strings underneath my fingers, making that beautiful pastel sound,
from my ukulele.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
The warmth of the house,
The coziness of my clothes.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
Times can be tough,
Being alive can hurt,
But that pain that I feel,
Is one of the things that make me human.
Hot tea,
The effects it can have,
Make me feel like I will never
Need to feel the pain I have felt.
A sip,
Letting the tea sit on you're tongue,
The so wonderful burning sensation,
Until it's cooled,
And is gone.
This is the beauty of being alive
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
The rain pitter pattering on my window.
The strings underneath my fingers, making that beautiful pastel sound,
from my ukulele.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
The warmth of the house,
The coziness of my clothes.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
Times can be tough,
Being alive can hurt,
But that pain that I feel,
Is one of the things that make me human.
Hot tea,
The effects it can have,
Make me feel like I will never
Need to feel the pain I have felt.
A sip,
Letting the tea sit on you're tongue,
The so wonderful burning sensation,
Until it's cooled,
And is gone.
This is the beauty of being alive
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