The smell of the wet earth after it rains.
The sounds of voices singing a song that my hero wrote.
The sight of street art on the passing trains.
The taste of whiskey right before it burns my throat.
The touch of the cigarette on my lips, even though in the end I know it'll be the death of me.
And that cruel irony of knowingly killing myself little by little while feeling like I'm living, is what truly makes me feel alive.