And they think I am alive.

And they think I'm alive

And they see me eating, sleeping, breathing so they think that I am alive, is that what makes us alive? feeding ourselves to breathe, crying ourselves to sleep, waking ourselves to eat again. is that what makes us alive then yes I am alive still alive...

But I wondered (when i was too young) living must be beautiful, it must be like the way birds fly high and the way they sing melodies outa joy. But as soon as we grow up we realize that everything is different here. pain is different it's when you get hurt you can't see the bleeding, it's different kinda hurting you won't feel it in your skin and the meat you carry around your bones, it's somewhere more deep, in the center of your heart. It does not seem to that I am LIVING it only seems like HURTING, and I think I am dead. I am not alive. But they think I'm not. WHATEVER. 

__ Maliha Bazai