Maryah hudec

Existing

My simple false expectations; seemingly so close to my what I call my broken reality. Others call it Fear I call it living, having some faith that there will be a better tomorrow. Waking up to a Lilac sky has beauty in the making or is it you at that moment where those eyes meet mine I had hope, I was alive. Love Is societies way of bringing us together or is it a simple made up fantasy to make us have light in the darkness a sense of hope that happiness does exist. You, Existing, Exist, is simply why I’m here I breathe you in as a cigarette feeling you inhale and exhale my body with life. I am alive because you exist