November 4th, 2008


Standing on the edge of who I am...

Some days I wake up and want to be alive, grasping at the edges of the sunlight that pours through my window.

Sometimes it takes an hour to open my eyes, perhaps three before I emerge from my cacoon of exhaustion and darkness.

Sometimes I feel full of purpose, and desire to take over the world.

Sometimes I am acutely aware of my emptiness, drained of all hope for reasons that I don't fully understand.

This is me.

I strive to live, to feel when it is painful, rise when everything pulls me under, and let the things I have fill me up to overflowing.

I stumble and I fall, but I'm alive....I'm alive.