Colors fade to dull, to dusk
Darkness envelops my happiness,
My sadness, my every feeling
I try to live, a hollow husk
Emerging from the darkness,
Dawn begins anew, the sunrise bringing
The pinks of happiness and the oranges of longing
I remember, now, why I wake each morning.
Because, now, I feel alive.
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I feel alive on long summer nights, watching fireworks beneath darkened skies
I feel alive on rainy days, the pitter patter on my clear umbrella
I feel alive in a public bathroom where the largest stall has its own sink
I feel alive walking across a sky bridge between two buildings
I feel alive when two cars turn opposite directions in perfect synchronization
I feel alive when I smell my freshly sharpened pencil, the scent of cedar
I feel alive when I write new worlds, enveloping myself in my pages
I feel alive when I tap the small smiley face surveys outside an airport bathroom
I feel alive when I listen to music by Lena Raine
I feel alive when I smell the garlic, the onion, the ginger that sizzle in my pan
I feel alive when my stomach drops as the airplane lifts off
I feel alive when I breathe in the steam on fresh white rice
I feel alive when I listen to passionate people talk for hours
I feel alive when I fill in the bubble sheets they used to give for the SATs
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Perhaps one day the sun will set anew
But even if the light fades
I shall hold the memories of it dear
With these words to remind myself of this time
When I feel alive