Life vs. Death

Work in progress

 

I walk with an open chest in the rain because for some silly reason when it pounds on my face that just isn’t enough—to FEEL ALIVE

 

All these things we do to FEEL AIVE. Pinch me, beat me, drink me, f**k me, touch me, hold me, smoke me, run with me, dive with me, dance with me, drive fast with me, crash with me, kill me?

 

How is it that once we are dead we finally FEEL ALIVE? Perhaps the definitions of life and death are skewed. To be alive is to sustain breath and heartbeat alike, but isn’t it when we are so close to death that these life-like features are working to their highest potential? And death—well isn’t that just the same as life when relaxed? Inhalation and exhalation—breathe easy. Now we have reached a paradox of sorts. Life is death as death is life, but the two end in such binary opposites. 

 

I guess that’s the risk we are willing to take—to FEEL ALIVE. Being born is no longer a mishap of two teenagers fooling around in the backseat of a Toyota Camry but a chance for that being to live life as close to death and die with life nearby.