alive

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there__ something dead about it, something deserted.

Magic?" What did magic have to do with breaking into someone's store and stealing their stuff?"Don't you get it?" Peter said. "You're free now. You don't have to live by their rules anymore." Peter pointed into the inky blackness of the basement. "The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race, listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

Stay upbeat and keep your head held high. There is no end to the power of positive thinking. I AM looking forward to all the wealth, success, and abundance speeding my way!

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

With dark raven paper and twinkling white ink, I wrote my heart in the night__ sky.

Your heart has a powerful little antenna and its pulses and vibrations can be felt throughout the universe.

Nothing is sweeter than being unapologetically you. Don't live your life just to impress others. Reveal your truth, Express your love, Live your dreams.

That moment when my heart stops, almost as if, it never existed..When every breath, slows down, almost as if, I never needed a single breath of air..When time stops, almost as if, seconds never mattered..In that moment, I am infinite..In that moment, I am immortal..In that moment, I am, finally, alive..

It's when I hear your heartbeat that I know that I am alive.

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

Another thread snaps loose from my heart, the pain precise and acute. I embrace it, because it reminds me I'm still here. I'm alive. I'm empowered.

Some memories should be dead as they are like living corpse in mortal's bed

I seemed to still be alive. Which was unexpected. I'd feel good about it when I stopped retching my insides up.

I think Dad wanted to feel the pain, to feel his body cry, an urgent reminder that he was still alive. I pretended not to notice.

Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive.

Funny, how it took a little bit of pain to remember that certain parts of yourself were alive.

To live, to truly live, one must consider each and every thing a blessing.

The green began to seethe.