Alive..

Alive.

We are all fed up of emotions and deepness.

We're fed up of love songs.

And love.

And sadness.

And Happiness.

We're fed up of poetry. And tears, watching the sunrise at 6 am.

We've learned that those thing won't fulfill, what we really want.

And we've always wanted to feel alive.

But now we want to be still. We want to lay somewhere alone, with our eyes closed in silence.

And feel the rush of the stillness mixed with the silence.

And bliss of the loneliness.

We don't want passion, tenderness, or romance. We don't want to be comforted, held, liked or adored. We want the neglect and to be rejected.

To be left alone to feel the beating of our own hearts.

Only then,

in that feeling of complete stillness, a stillness that we imagine is close to death.

Is when we truly feel alive.