Feel every molecule of oxygen as it seeps into every cell.
Feel every muscle move.
Feel.
Feel every single breath.
Intresting how it can all seem so worthless.
Every rushed moment to be here and there...for what?
What did it matter?
Was that argument worth it?
Did you say I love you one more time?
Did they know you cared?
Its a strange thing living on borrowed time.
Its even more strange to know God personally chose me to survive.
Walk away with nothing but a clear sense of what is important.
Walk away with nothing but friends and family and their love.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
Everything is okay.
You are okay.
I am okay.
Okay....until you see her.
I see her God.
I see this gift you have blessed me with.
Tears flood at the touch of such a little hand.
Thank you.
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