Living the life.

Sometimes,
most of the times,
storms hit us,
but we ain't aware of it.

It took me a while,
to realize, the storm has landed on me.
Shattering what is of me.

But i fight it,
because i know,
for sure, that sunshine always
come after rain.
because i know,
i wanna keep walking in my life,
go on and on.

Now i'm fine,
now i'm well,
a brush with death,
is all it takes for me to realize,
living like you were dying,
sometimes, does helps.

And i will built a stronger wall,
to shield myself, from storms coming my way,
to live the day, the life, my life.
I wanna live,
and live on.
And one thing for sure,
i won't give up.