I feel alive

I feel alive when death offers her hand, a dive into the void.
I feel alive while clenching my fist it sweats on the insides.
I feel alive when my truths find some concerned yet fearful lips.
I feel alive when a rifle butt stamps ‘traitor’ on my back.
I feel alive because no-one suppresses the dead.
I feel alive when I see my blood fights the grayness of soil.
I feel alive because one-day every tree will grow read leaves.

Picture of the Day.

Poor beggar, he was so thirsty and someone offered him water. Thinking that humanity is still alive he made a cup out of his hands.

It tasted like nectar. “The shot is perfect.”, They left him, thinking what had just happened, yearning for more water.

Now he knew and he smiled. After all, it was his first photograph.