live

Sitting alone atop of a hill, looking down into a vast array of something beautiful. Wanting to feel something other than what you are feeling.

Being alone in a sea of people, searching for anyone who recognizes your face.

Walking silently down a beaten path, where many have come before, wondering at the eventuality of its ending.

Being trapped by the very air around you.

Lying awake at four AM, listening to clicking sounds of the keyboard.

Desperately searching for something which may be right in front of you.

Finally taking the outstretched hand, the one that has been patiently waiting...if only you can.