Alive

The movement of

pen in my hand

is wild.

words splash

my soul pours

as I write.

The brush spreads

freckles of tiny

strands drenched

with vibarant colour

adds life

to the

blank white canvas

image forms

lines interweaving,

as I make art.

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Sounds of

all kind

entrap me

in bliss

my emotions fluctuate

to melodies

resonating in

my ears

lyrics flow

and with closed eyes

I melt.

The window is half open

while I peek from the

cracks of my curtains

laugher rushes in

group of families

playing as

children dance

festive cheer

ringing in the air.

people come together

and with a smile,

I watch.

The fresh air plagues

my nostrils with

the divine scent of earth,

a book sprawled

across my lap

words lift off

With my lungs gasping

for oxygen,

I read and read.

Colour flashes

on the creen

vivid images

elegant executed

camera shots

and angles

tell a story

romance builds

the popcorn

left hanging in the air,

I am speechless.

It’s loud

a cluster of

voices clashing

in heated and

fast movements

of hands.

Excitement pulses

as I talk about everything

to family, to friends.

Time moves,

but here I am

eyes looking back,

on some of my favourite

things.

And my heart is full,

Alive.