alive

There are, in fact,a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive,when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

I think I must be bleeding. I think, if I__ thinking, I must be alive. I think, my arms must be here somewhere, I can feel them under the concrete. I think, what am I holding, what am I lying on top of?

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good.Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please

But it's fair to say that the war's [WWI] dialectic forced those who were more or less alive to go to their death, and gave those who were more or less dead the right to live. And if the war managed only to separate the living from the dead, then the new regime, arriving in its wake, would sooner or later pit them against each other as enemies.

Being certain one is alive isn't something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If you could not, hopefully you had a cozy coffin.

Daddy?_____ right here, baby.__umps form in my throat, going all the way down into the core of me.It__ his voice. His. Right there. I reach toward the doorknob but I don__ get to turn it.Nick smashes at me with his head, pushing against my lower jaw and cheek, like a blow. His muzzle moves my head away from the door. He presses his face in between me and the wood. Fur gets in my mouth. I spit it out and push at him.__hat__ my dad. My dad._ I slap the door. __e__ on the other side. The pixies will get him.__ick shows me his teeth.__ can__ lose him again, Nick.__he wolf snarls like he__ ready to bite. My head jerks back and away, but then I steady myself.__et . . . out . . . of . . . the . . . way.__ushing against his thick neck, I slam my hands against him over and over again, pummeling him. He doesn__ budge.__ove!_ I order. __ove.___ara, is there a wolf in there with you? Do not trust him,_ my dad__ voice says, calmly, really calmly.I grab a fistful of fur and freeze. All at once it hits me that something is not right. My dad would never be calm if I was in my bedroom with a wolf. He__ be stressed and screaming, breaking the door down, kicking it in like he did once when I was really little and had accidentally locked myself in the bathroom and couldn__ get the lock out of the bolt because it was so old. He__ kicked that door down, splintering the wood, clutching me to him. He__ kissed my forehead over and over again.____ never let anything happen to you, princess,_ he__ said. __ou__e my baby.__y dad would be kicking the door in. My dad would be saving me.__et me in,_ he says. __ara . . .__etting go of Nick, I stagger backward. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering it.Nick stops snarling at me and wags his fluffy tail.How would my dad know that it is a wolf in here and not a dog? How would he know that it isn__ pixies?I shudder. Nick pounds next to me, pressing his side against my legs. I drop my hands and plunge my fingers into his fur, burying them there, looking for something. Maybe comfort. Maybe warmth. Maybe strength. Maybe all three.

So you tied the dead to alive person and now...YOu have just prepared the alive to be the 5 victim!

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

In short, you had that particular ability which I never had: the ability to be alive.

Conflict occurs everywhere except in the cemetery. Everyone experiences conflict except the dead. Thankful for being alive...

What__ the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you__e alive?

Three hundred and thirty-two kids between the age of one month and fourteen years had been confined within the FAYZ.One hundred and ninety-six eventually emerged.One hundred and thirty-six lay dead.Dead and buried in the town plaza.Dead and floating in the lake or on its shores.Dead in the desert.In the fields.Dead of battles old and recent. Of starvation and accident, suicide and murder.It was a fatality rate of just over 40 percent.

he knew in his body, even if he hadn__ yet put it together in his mind, that in America the worst thing you could be was a black man. Worse than dead, you were a dead man walking.

Drake__ dead,_ Astrid said. __ead people don__ come back. Let__ not be ridiculous.__oward made a derisive snort. __kay. That__ as far as I go with you on this, Sammy boy._ He made a hand-washing gesture.Astrid slammed her palm on the table, surprising even herself. __omebody better tell me what all these back-and-forth looks are about.___rittney,_ Howard said, spitting the name out like it was poison. __he came back. Sam had her and stuck her with Brianna, and told me not to talk about it.___rittney?_ Astrid said, confused.Howard said, __eah. You know, like dead-girl Brittney? Way dead? Dead a long time and buried a long time and suddenly she__ sitting in my house chatting? That Brittney._____ still not___ell, Astrid,_ Howard said, __ guess we just found the limits of your big old genius brain. Point is that someone who was very seriously dead is suddenly not so dead anymore.___ut_,_ Astrid started. __ut Drake___s dead as Brittney,_ Howard said. __hich might be a slight problem, since Brittney isn__ exactly dead herself.

I must be alive," Gawain said hoarsely. "Dead doesn't hurt this much.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.