Reading. Running. Work has been busy. This is life. And I am living mine in the best manner I can. How are you living yours? The sky is as high as any other day, dreams as far away. But we will live, we will live. This world needn't be perfect. I haven't given it much; it owes me nothing. If only I need or want nothing. There's only lamentation - just another emotion in the spectrum to prove that I live. Life can only be lived, for it can't be contained in pages or mouths of words.
Have no fear. Go! Go out there and live!