It was a Friday morning and the sky was brighter. The weather warmer, and the environment quiet. All I nwanted was to talk to people and tell them how grateful I am for the air I breathe and so I reached out my hand and in my hand lies two things, light and dark. All you need do is pick one. Don’t calll it luck neither call it privilege. I tried calling it fate but I dare not raise my voice. All I kept hearing were footsteps and it was much closer but why I can’t see faces I wonder. It was a great moment yet strange. I tried reaching out but my strength became the enemy I never had. I just need a tap, I need a vision, I need to be saved because I live yet not living.
