Jessica: I Live

I live in my heartbeat,

in the taste of my coffee, 

in the lightheaded awe 

of looking up at trees,

in the wind on my skin, 

surprisingly cool on a bright summer morning, 

startling goose bumps.

I live in my sleep, 

in my watching the sunrise,

in getting soaked in the rain, 

in the soft grass caressing my feet,

in the solitary song of a nightingale,

in the dark before dawn, when it’s quiet.

I live in my passion, 

in my boredom, 

in my waiting, 

in witnessing the passing of seasons.

While I have breath, I live,

in every soft exhale, still warm out of my lungs.

In every precious moment, 

and every mundane task a thousand times repeated, 

I live.

What do I plan on doing with my life, you ask?

I plan to live.