I am

a whisper

 

I am

the wind,

gently blowing

on a tall

strand of grass

 

I am

the silence

in between 

words and glances

 

I am

the secret,

spoken through

hesitant lips,

made red

by opague stain

and artificial rouge

 

I am 

an inconsequential thought, 

the timid

idea 

that calls ever. so. slightly.

but never makes it 

past dawn.

 

I am the twinkle

of those glistening orbs

we call stars,

the ones that nobody sees,

nobody feels,

that remain hidden in far away 

galaxies and distant universes.

 

I am 

the balloon

tied by string to the

oblivious child's wrist

 

I am

the mischievous coincidence

that carries it away

 

I breathe

and live

in the spaces of life

that exist 

within my grasp and

outside of my limited reach

 

To live

To exist

the two are often confused

 

I exist

to live.

 

The world vibrates around me

screams 

I AM ALIVE

THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE

to feel

 

I exist

to feel

to revel in the magnificence 

of silence

of noise

of life

of death

 

I exist

to create,

to channel

the electric brilliance

of the human soul

into ecstatic 

wonder

 

I exist

to reach 

ever onward

 

I exist 

to feel rage

and the furious nature

of love

to touch 

to remember

to be remembered

 

I exist

to be amazed

and to amaze 

in turn

 

I live

to feel.