You are alive.

Pursuits of money, fame, career-
swift chases of the wind.
Placed upon the platform;
the pedestal of mortal sins.
Invading the minds of youths
as the future narrowly dims.
Materialistic ideals, loss of purpose, and void of meaning-
the epitome of a dead life;
a sudden dawning-
Yes, you are alive.
Yet dead, before you arrive.

Have finally gotten rid of 'lifedontexist', after long last. It's even grammatically erred (and so i've noticed). It's been there for almost three whole years now (WHAT? THREE YEARS?!) - i never got down t changing it, but now i have. As for the email... i think i'd stay a wizard for now; altering email addresses are too much of a hassle, honestly.

The point really is (as i've realised), life does exist. Though more often than not, only in its most apprehensively literal form, and unfortunately not in all possible contexts of the word. We are all alive. We breath, we function. For the most part, we see, we speak, we hear. We sing, we laugh, we eat. But do we live? Do we -in all truths, hallelujah- live? Life is more than just breathing, watching, and grate. It is more than just Chanel, Prada and Gucci; it involves depth, meaning, thought. A life without a purpose is but a knife without a blade; pointless.

Here's my imploration- Live.