Genesis

Blazing sun rays burst trough the window shades, burning on my face, wakeing me up to find yet another strange morning... Find my self in the same old place, nothing new... exactly as i left it, only the thick smell of a morning room, but i can't sense it...No point in waking up knowing that it's always the same story... Yet somehow i have the illusion of being reborn, granted a fresh start to brake free from the routine... I stare at the door, thinking of the endless possibilities that lie beyond... I get up, man up. I'm not scared, why should i be? Wait, i'm suppose to be scared... of life... I can't be scared of death, how can i be?... i cant be, i have not yet begun to live... but yet i am... scared... of what? I don't know of witch... they seem to blend so naturally... But i don't give them to much thought. I rush to the door, my head is clear, my lungs filled with air and blood, i'm ready... I open it... so bright... my eyes hurt like they're just seeing for the first time... i'm not ready, but it's to late, i'm falling deeper and deeper, not caring of the dangers lurking ahead.  I bleed, i heal, it hurts, i get over it, i laugh, i cry, i stop, i retry, i succeed, i fail... i live... It's beautiful.