live.

live life.
that's what they all say.
but who really listens until it looks you straight in the eyes, compressing everything from first breath to last breath.
someone close, someone far, it's doesn't really matter, the loss is the same.
someone to be a friend.
to hold. or
to kiss. or
to laugh with. or
even
to fight with.
but someone
to love.
the antithesis in its perversion awakens reality in those breathing, living.
the insignificancies of life drop away.
so what a friend upset you. at least you've got them.
so what if you've got homework you really don't want to do. at least it's due tomorrow.
so what about the strange thought of what people would say if you were no longer around. at least you are here.
somewhere close, somewhere far, it's doesn't really matter, the loss is the same.
somehow in a mistake.
a hatred. or
a drink. or
a fight with. or
even
an unintentional act.
but somehow
a death.
the theft in its repulsive manner denies the opportunity given to those breathing, living.
live life.
love life.
it's not forever.