#tolive
“Everybody dies,
but not everybody lives.”
But how do you tell if,
you’re living or not?
Everyone knows how,
being happy feels.
But how do you know,
If that feeling’s real?
In a moment of perfection how will you react upon realizing that,
euphoric sensation of nirvana....
Was nothing more than,
bliss by convience?
The mind will probably go numb,
most likely go cold inside and wonder;
Death,
could this be how death feels?
What a terrifying feeling to have been so confident,
the storm was over.
So confident the sun was peaking through the clouds,
swore to have even felt it’s warmth.
Oh the eye;
my hope died in the eye of the storm.
I died in the eye of the storm,
but was I even alive?
Resurrection I found in her eyes,
what a time to be alive.
What A euphoria for had I not first died,
today I would not be so alive.
"Everybody dies but,
not everybody lives."
Not everybody lives because,
not everybody dies twice.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
People want to live.
But why?
Is it because the clock moves his hand relentlessly?
Is it because of a book we don't want to leave
unfinished?
A man suffering illness wishes death,
yet the same man is capable of wishing life.
A young woman nearing her death,
struggles to turn the hourglass—
the sand drowning her.
Would you want to live in a world
without people?
Would you still struggle against
the hands of time?
The clock watching it all,
moves his hand writing the epilogue of a book.
For a man wishes death not because
he hates himself:
But his circumstances.
The ending tragic yet poetic—
which will be forgotten,
in the pile of unattended books.
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:39 PM UTC