We fight to stay alive.
Make our beds with images and moments...
The substance of, or substances that feel like air in our lungs...water on our skin...
fire on the altar
alcohol in the blood
opiate for the nerves
We throw up our hands,
grasping at the right to feel...
Try your giving up, only to find yourself trying.
To know you have life.
The mandatory war of breath and existence.
We all, with or without the judgements on our lips,
we fight to stay alive.