I'd like to tell you a story,
a story about a girl,
a story about a boy.
But while I tell you this story,
I want you to listen.
Listen to the sounds around you,
listen to the cars driving by,
listen to the planes roaring in the sky.
Most of all, listen to yourself.
Your rhythmic breathing,
inhale
exhale.
Inhale
exhale.
Listen to your heart as it
thumps
thump
thump
thumps
in your flesh covered chest.
Tell yourself you are real.
You are alive.
Your story is more important than the one of this boy and girl,
because their story doesn't exist.
Your story does.
So feel alive.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
I'd like to tell you a story,
a story about a girl,
a story about a boy.
But while I tell you this story,
I want you to listen.
Listen to the sounds around you,
listen to the cars driving by,
listen to the planes roaring in the sky.
Most of all, listen to yourself.
Your rhythmic breathing,
inhale
exhale.
Inhale
exhale.
Listen to your heart as it
thumps
thump
thump
thumps
in your flesh covered chest.
Tell yourself you are real.
You are alive.
Your story is more important than the one of this boy and girl,
because their story doesn't exist.
Your story does.
So feel alive.
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