Being alive. Being alive, now. That is being thirsty. That is the glare of the sunlight. That is the sudden remembrance of a melody. That is sneezing
That is holding hands with you. Being alive. Being alive, now. That is a miniskirt. That is a planetarium. That is Johann Strauss. It is Picasso. It is the Alps. That is meeting everything beautiful and carefully shaking off the evil hidden away in it.
Being alive, now
That is being able to cry
That is being able to laugh
That is being able to be angry
That is freedom
“.. but I’m always being invaded by others’ souls so I can’t see my own soul very well.”