#first die

“Everybody dies, But not everybody lives.”

How do you tell if, You’re living or not?

Everyone surely must know how, Being happy feels.

But how do you know, If that feeling’s real?

In a moment of perfection how will you react upon realizing, That euphoric sensation of nirvana to which overcame you as if an angel-

Was nothing more than, Bliss by convience?

When the mind more than likely went numb, Feeling cold inside then probably wonder about;

Death, Could this be how a last breathe feels?

What a terrifying feeling to have been so confident, The storm was over.

So confident the sun was peaking through the clouds, Swore to have even felt it’s warmth.

Like love only to be gained by enduring pain of a hurricane; Find what you love then let it kill you so no wonder why storms are given such pretty names.

I died in the eye of the storm, But was I even alive?

Resurrection I found in her eyes, What a time to be alive.

What A euphoria for had I not first died, Today I would not be so alive.

“Everybody dies but, Not everybody lives.”

Not everybody lives because, Not everybody dies twice.