Living

Life flowing, swirling, around us.

Teasing some, that feel it’s pull, to step wholly, unabashedly into the flow.

Allowing themselves, to be lead past any normal limits, regardless of the outcome.

Dancing perilously close, too close for most.

How they must feel, to live thus so. And die often as not.

I will, not mourn them, should that happen.

They don’t seek death, though it lurks close. They seek a life beyond just breathing.

They seek true freedom, and they live it. It echoes throughout their existence, spilling over into everything that they do. They have found what others rarely do.

Let alone experience.

So no, I will not mourn them. Having lived their way.