I saw the ink on your arm, scrawled on in a casual fashion yet screamed to me like no other ink ever has...
"I am alive"
I am trying to understand your struggle to keep inhaling and exhaling, to keep the way you move your toes and feet in order to keep balance, to be able to close your eyes and reach your sweet solitude. I wonder what it's like in your head, what combination of neurons firing led you to consider placing that beautiful arrangement of letters on you. I wonder then what led you to walk into a place with needles and ink wanting to place those three words on you, on that spot, visible, so that everyone can see.
You are alive are you? Then please, show me how to live.
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