to live
and
to be alive
are different
concepts:

to live,
one simply has
to exist;

to be alive,
one has to believe
in making some
difference.

for me,
these concepts
come in waves,
up and down;

some days,
i feel dead
inside and nothing
can bring me
back...

other days,
i feel awake
inside and out,
ready to lend a
helping hand.

every day,
i do my very best
not to drown in
a body that seems to
be missing
a soul,

yet i am not perfect
and i have a tendency
to simply surrender to
what it is that pulls
my legs down to the

bottom.