When my lungs expand enough, there is a small ball of light that lives underneath my sternum. At the end and beginning of every day it awakens or dies with the words to myself: I am not dead. Yet. Rejoice, another day of breath and laughter. Fill your lungs and cackle. You are not a shadow of a cathedral.
I'm alive right now and I don't dare ask for much else.
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