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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I am awake. I am alive. I am on the edge of life, dangling my feet over the horizon line and waiting for the sun to brush against my toes I am alive.
I am wide awake and floating in a life that feels too blurred to be my own: at the top of a parking garage sleeping below a melancholy sky that looks upon the silent streets like I do, bundled within myself. I am alive; I am trying to wake from my own slumber, coffee burning the tip of my tongue and flowing through my tired veins, eyes roaming the pages of life shifting under the breeze of early morning. And I need to remind myself that I become the thoughts I manifest from dawn to dusk. And I believe the words I write: I am awake. I am alive. I am trying. And I’m glad for the chance of eyes wide open, cloud-coated sunrises, coffee in my head, blood flowing through my veins, words and thoughts floating in the breeze, shivering but not alone in this moment- in this life that we woke to experience this morning. We’ll pocket the scattered pictures and memories, lest we let the world pass us by when the sun sets on each sacred day. Comments are closed.
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