Breathing and Living

You know you're living on nothing when
everything that matters has been taken away from you.

Either that or you're living on Jesus.

Time does an involuntary thing called passing.
My body does an involuntary thing called breathing.
So the wounds that I thought were bleeding so bad I'll fall and never get back up start to heal.
And spring comes again after the harshest winter by far.
The wildflowers are starting to blossom; the field's looking pretty again.
The sun's shining, and a sliver of hope falls at my feet from between the storm clouds, which the winds are blowing away.

I walked off this cliff awhile ago, I'm not sure when.
Sometime between A levels and my dance audition at LASALLE.
Or it might have been earlier.
Might've been the day I first heard what they call the sinners' prayer and repeated it with tears running down my cheeks.
Might've been the day I first heard the name Jesus from the preacher's lips and decided I wanted him in my life, whoever he is.
Might've been the day I got hit by the car.
How was I to know that as I got up and walked home, my life would change forever?

Little moments here and there.
They make you know life's precious, for sure.
Not just cause other people tell you so.
You know it, for real.
Deep, deep, deep down inside of you.
Experiential knowledge.