I want you to take a second, and I want you to reach;
reach into the back, the way way back,
back into the dusty bookshelves of your
mind, and check out that book, that book that you've heard so much about, but you have never really read for yourself.

Then I want you to breathe. To inhale all of the yellow-pigmented roses and the delicious pieces of life and the cups of coffee. To exhale the disgusting, black clouds of smog that pollute the place you occupy; the hate, and the regret, and the gross, and all of the everything that makes you less than what you are: rid it of you.

finally, it would be nice of you to just be; to just occupy that space, to read that book that your friends have been raving about, to breathe in and out deeply, and often, and to just...live.

Live.

**~~a.s.f.