The Living

Filled with life and desire,
sucking on every sweet cane of sugar.
Making sure to live;
Not to exist.

Choosing to feel the feeling:
Not reading about it.
Touching Life’s beautiful offerings;
breathing in her temptations.

Yet I sit and watch…
A safe, isolated existence
and wish
I was brave too…

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