I'm dying,
Don't you understand,
Each and every day,
I'm dying.
I used to think being dead,
Was to mean,
Your heart beat,
Went flat.
But,
Being dead?
Not so much a state of being sometimes...
I'd wake up,
Every morning,
Saying...
****
I'm still here?
How am IIIII,
Still here?"
With not much will power for life,
Every day mundane,
Every hour, pointless.
Until it drove me mad,
I became so mad,
I gave that girl in the mirror the finger
And walked
The hell
Away.
She was no good,
And saying to myself after I said...
"Hey bro,
I'm dying each
And every day!
I don't have time for ********
I don't have the years for hatred,
I don't have the months for grudges,
I don't have the days for no success,
I don't have the hours for wasting,
I don't have the minutes for standing still,
But what I do have,
Is millions
Of itty bitty moments,
Placed together
So perfectly,
That I notice...
I never saw that before i died.
Before the brain waves took a vaction
To
lets be depressed and unsure, unworthy of life
No,
I'd never seen how beautiful
Life is,
When you slow her down,
To a slow dance,
A graceful pause,
A gentle breath,
A simple laugh,
A single tear,
A precious moment.
And Time,
She is just an odd one.
Letting you decide when her dance is done.
But willing to offer so much more,
If you stay.
And There is,
Always,
Always,
Always,
More, my friend.
I would know,
I'm still here,
By some magic of this universe
I got plopped into
21 years ago.
And I've seen enough,
Telling me,
"ehy,
They still want you here,
Your family,
Your pet,
Your friends,
They need you here,
Its not about you!!!
Its about us."
Time will whispers gentley
Into my ears
"its about us,
You are dying,
You will never be eternal,
And life,
Well,
He's a ******* sometimes,
Don't always listen to him,
But never
Never ever,
Take him for granted."
She reasons with me.
"in the end,
You will go,
But now,
Is not the end.
I have much more,
much more,
To show you"
Still,
I'm dying,
And every moment counts.
Every encounter,
Every butterfly in your stomach,
Every bruise you take,
Every battle you fight,
Every love you have,
Every person you care for,
Every memory you hold close,
Every blink,
Every word,
Every whisper,
Its all worth it.
Let it be,
Worth it.
You are dying
Make it worth something to you.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
I'm dying,
Don't you understand,
Each and every day,
I'm dying.
I used to think being dead,
Was to mean,
Your heart beat,
Went flat.
But,
Being dead?
Not so much a state of being sometimes...
I'd wake up,
Every morning,
Saying...
****
I'm still here?
How am IIIII,
Still here?"
With not much will power for life,
Every day mundane,
Every hour, pointless.
Until it drove me mad,
I became so mad,
I gave that girl in the mirror the finger
And walked
The hell
Away.
She was no good,
And saying to myself after I said...
"Hey bro,
I'm dying each
And every day!
I don't have time for ********
I don't have the years for hatred,
I don't have the months for grudges,
I don't have the days for no success,
I don't have the hours for wasting,
I don't have the minutes for standing still,
But what I do have,
Is millions
Of itty bitty moments,
Placed together
So perfectly,
That I notice...
I never saw that before i died.
Before the brain waves took a vaction
To
lets be depressed and unsure, unworthy of life
No,
I'd never seen how beautiful
Life is,
When you slow her down,
To a slow dance,
A graceful pause,
A gentle breath,
A simple laugh,
A single tear,
A precious moment.
And Time,
She is just an odd one.
Letting you decide when her dance is done.
But willing to offer so much more,
If you stay.
And There is,
Always,
Always,
Always,
More, my friend.
I would know,
I'm still here,
By some magic of this universe
I got plopped into
21 years ago.
And I've seen enough,
Telling me,
"ehy,
They still want you here,
Your family,
Your pet,
Your friends,
They need you here,
Its not about you!!!
Its about us."
Time will whispers gentley
Into my ears
"its about us,
You are dying,
You will never be eternal,
And life,
Well,
He's a ******* sometimes,
Don't always listen to him,
But never
Never ever,
Take him for granted."
She reasons with me.
"in the end,
You will go,
But now,
Is not the end.
I have much more,
much more,
To show you"
Still,
I'm dying,
And every moment counts.
Every encounter,
Every butterfly in your stomach,
Every bruise you take,
Every battle you fight,
Every love you have,
Every person you care for,
Every memory you hold close,
Every blink,
Every word,
Every whisper,
Its all worth it.
Let it be,
Worth it.
You are dying
Make it worth something to you.
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