Alive

Look outside, it’s been the same everyday. The air that you breath, the rain that you take. The bus that leads you to places. I feel alive, the corpses have emerged from their coffins. I walk, and i dream, and i feel, and i learn and i forget. People give me nauseas, my shoes got wet. Forgot my umbrella. I step on the grass, i take detours from the dog shit. There are so many beggars on the street. And i sleep, and i dream again, and i wake and i keep going. Steady and back to the darkness where everything belongs.