I love living.
Knowing I have a tomorrow to welcome me.
I am grateful for the meals I receive.
For the breaths I take each and everyday.
I smile at the moon for keeping me company on these lonely dark evenings.
When morning comes I wave to the sun.
I pretend to eat the clouds.
Greet the breeze that blows by me and cherish the sunlight that warms by spirit.
I welcome all the happiness in the world.
Holding them close and remembering the shadows that look for my grief.
That to I must hold tightly for it keeps me planted in reality.
Natural Degeneracy 