What I Need
Living.
Is is breathing?
Is it moving?
Is it being able
To walk
To talk
To speak
Is living getting up everyday?
Living isn’t simple.
Just because
you walk
you talk
you speak
That doesn’t mean you’re living.
That just means you’re surviving.
Living is much different.
Living is feeling alive.
Feeling happy.
When you get home from school
You throw your backpack into the bin
The backpack with the handle thats ripping
Because you put it into your lacrosse locker
One too many times
And you walk by the mail slot
And see a large white and blue envelope
Laying in the middle of the floor
And one rip of the seal
And you reveal the big, “Congratulations”
The “You’ve been accepted” congratulations
And you don’t know whether
To smile
To scream
To laugh
Or to cry
When you’re in Rome
The real Rome
With the cobblestone streets
And the Coliseum, the ancient ruins
And the July sun is beating on your shoulders
In a pink floral dress, swaying in the breeze
And as you’re walking around
Suddenly the sun turns to clouds
And the breeze turns into rain
The middle of the happiest day of your life
The skies open up to hell
Pouring down rain kinda hell
But you don’t cry
You walk out into that storm
And you ruin your white lace shoes
Jumping into the biggest puddle
And dance in the rain
Like your life is a movie
Anyone who tells you
They need some material thing
To live
To be live
To survive
They’re just wrong.
No material object in this world
Do you need to live
Not food, not water
Not some book
Not some special anything.
You make your life worth living.
You cause yourself to survive.
Friends.
Family.
Late night phone calls.
Memories.
Long days in the kitchen.
Warm nights on the couch.
That’s what I need to live.
Just life.