Inhale.
exhale.
a moment gone. never cherished.
We as humans take life for granted. When life is really death in itself. I could walk out the door tomorrow morning, and never come back. That twist of the doorknob could be my last.
It's all a risk. it's all a risk.
Will that stop me from going outside? Seeing the beauty that is left in the world?
No. of course not.
I couldn't exist in confinement. I could be cautious. I could resort to a bubble.
But that would hardly be considered living.
That would be breathing.
Only inhaling.
Only exhaling.
Welcoming smog and stale city air into my lungs. I won't allow it. I want to change the world.
And first, I'll start with putting seatbelts on buses.
Be safe, dear friends, for it's not over yet.

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R.I.P. Brandon Ugarte.


I found this on my facebook notes. I was doing some thinking today, just decided this should be posted up here. It's not formal at all. It's just. thoughts.

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