There are different ways to life.
To live
And to exist.
To live is what we desire to be,
Yet it's thrown around carelessly.
"Yes I live"
I've said it before.
But really, have I lived?
I can say sometimes, I have.
A few days in my life I have lived properly.
I took a risk, did something new.
Thrice to speak my truth to those I knew.
Spoke my love to another three too.
It may not have ended perfectly each time,
But isn't that living?
Last time I lived was past a year ago now,
I spoke my love to my darling, my soul.
I decided to live that day, and look where it got me!
So why am I afraid to live?
It's gotten me good, and while there's bad,
Living is better than existing.
Why fear what saves me?
Why fear what makes life bright?
Thousands just exist.
So why not live?
Why not live?