Dewdrops clung to the window as the early morning sun cast its light through the blinds. The birds were singing in the air, twittering and chattering amongst each other. I opened my eyes only to be blinded by the early morning light.

“What does it mean to be truly alive?” My voice cracked as I uttered the question. It came into my thoughts like a stone rippling across a lake after being thrown. It felt ominous, yet simple enough. I turned my imaginary stone over and over in my head...

as the day turns into night i dream i'm flying through the sky no responsibilities, no repercussions just the air and the wonder of being me, of being alive the flowers twisting with new life these moment don't happy much as time flies

The luminescence of the TV illuminated the room casting a blue glow as the pictures passed. It sat silent, allowing only the soft hum of the air conditioning to ring through. The TV sat across from the bed, allowing me to face it head on. A million tho...