A simple action such as moving your hand.

[lonerofdarkness]

As I walk around from place to place, I look to my hands every once in a while and curl or extend my fingers. The reason I do this is because it feels so weird to be living. What I mean to say, is at a thought of my mind, I can move my body. I marvel at it, questioning how I do it and wondering if this is what it means to be alive. To me it's like I shouldn't be able to do this, I shouldn't be able to control my body. My hands can become soft and gentle or become like talons of a hawk. The question "Am I really alive" runs through my mind over and over. I soon wonder what it is to see through others eyes and wonder what they see. It feels ackward to move and breathe. Life in my eyes seems surreal, as if it were all a dream; that none of this should be real. That any moment, I could just simply 'not exist'.

My life seems like the last few verses of the song 'Blue' from Cowboy Bebop.
"Everything is clearer now.
Life is like a Dream you know.
It's never-ending.
I'm Ascending."

As I sit here typing this, I constantly question... Am I alive and if so, why do I feel so dead. If this is all just a dream, I just wish to wake from it soon, I am tired of living. A cold dark sleep is all I wish to look forward to.

Aluve'