Life. How did life get all the control? It's our lives, we live them, we give them life. Life, a word, a myth, a subtle contradiction in itself. People live to be alive, but what does being alive even consist of? Is it functioning properly? Having a breath, giving us the chance to get it taken away; a beating heart, presenting the risk to have it broken. Is it a mentality? Life. A word, a question. Can ninety years be enough time to make us feel alive? Or does it stretch further beyond, chasing our souls through an unknown passage? Is it a flash of light within us appearing and disappearing in the shutter of our eye? Is it a reoccurred dream that lingers through your mind? Is it a sacred passage untouched in the deepest of our core? Life. How did life get all the control. It's supposed to be mine.
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