What does it feel to be alive?
The very essence of being.
It’s hard to describe.
I don’t know why but when a strong wind blows right at me, I feel very alive. Or when I’m standing in a large open field, surrounded by nature. When golden sunlight filters through my squinted eyes. I feel like I’ve forgotten how to notice these things, appreciating beauty that can be found in the littlest of things.
A wild wheat growing out from the corner of a cement pavement,
The sleepy feeling of warm, still, afternoon air,
The peaceful quietness of an empty room,
Oh and it has been such a long time since i’ve heard the enthusiastic chatter of fingers tapping on a keyboard.
I really need to spend more time alone, with nothing but myself.