and her first breath was taken

inhaled

and then released.

the moment was quick,

and then vanished in an instant.

that small, vivid moment,

that you wish would last a lifetime

is lost the second it’s begun.

lost due to repetition.

repetition of the first breath,

but continuously.

continuously reliving the moment

as though it were the first.

reliving the purity,

and reliving the livelihood

of her first breath.

blossoming through life,

like a flower during spring,

but slowly as our lives move on

the flower sprouts begin to die

as do the people

and everything else in the surroundings

goes along with them;

the flowers.

everything starts with the flowers.

in the warm summer shine

the birds, bugs, and bees

all begin to sing.

the shine keeps them alive

the shine keeps us alive

the sunshine remains to shine

as long as we’re all alive

being all alone

enclosed in a dark solicited room,

secretly hiding from everyone else.

the thought of what’s on the outside

of the thin, hollow walls

is frightening

is dreadful

and is something i hope i may never have to see.

those thin, hollow walls

represent the barrier

between living

and being departed from life.

life isn’t life

unless you’re living through it all

experiencing all the aspects

that emerge in your direction

whether they’re planned for the future,

or erupt in your face at once.

live in the moment

and live for that moment,

because that present moment

will be gone for the next

once her final moments

are in the presence of her eyes,

everything else in the surroundings

is dark

and abnormally seemingless.

the only thought

that resides in the space of her mind

is where she will go

and when she’ll be gone.

who will mourn the lack of her being

who will disregard the existence of her

who will truly miss her when she’s

gone

in the midst of her life

is when she feels the most alive.

before the elder symptoms

and times spent alone,

but after the teenage craze

where you’ve never felt at home.

the moment in life

which is taking its own turn,

its turn to strive

and become alive

in this broken life

of hers.

she walks the halls alone.

alone with her thoughts

with her body,

with herself.

she is alone.

living alone in a world

which doesn’t support

who she wishes to be

who she wishes to become,

because what she wants to be

is something that nobody believes.

they told her she couldn’t

she couldn’t do it

she couldn’t make it;

she wouldn’t make it.

alone, she was

walking through the halls.

your life is happy.

you are married

you have two children

you own a beautiful house

you are happy,

they say,

but are you truly happy?

are you truly living happily?

your life is not happy

your marriage is wrecked

your children despise you

your house is deteriorating

you are not happy,

you say.

it has become so easy

to replace the bad with the good,

to express the negatives,

when life is consumed with positives.

feeling the negative emotions

is consuming

and irritating,

but doable to replace.

enjoy the positive moments in life.

the ones you wish would never escape,

the ones you wish would last forever.

we wish to live forever

never to depart from the ones we love,

the ones who loath us