only a cold, still life.

trying to be present like my life depends on it, feeling the weight of the keys as i press away my words. i give them away every day i am alive. meditating makes me feel more present, lighting candles. going outside and naming every single thing that makes me real. i spent my whole walk to the store naming things i love that i can see. i am always in my head, in my own world, enjoying myself. i want to strain to look out the window of my eyes and notice everything. i want to see everything in great detail. every day i want my eyes to be open and full. i want to finally see through my clouded vision and perceive all things i have always ignored. see everything to be grateful for and live.