Exist without exiting
I exist. I try at least. To detach from that which holds me from extinction.
Can you believe, a broken heart can break for years and years..
Yet it exist with its determination to beat life and breathe into you until it can not do so any more.
I exist because I loved. I exist because I broke into pieces.
And here I am... existing, fighting to do so by picking up every broken piece and mending it back together with gold, with golden prayers to God who gave me this life to exist and be stronger than I beieve I can be.