Alive

Feeling my lungs scream for air is how I know I am still breathing. Staying underwater until my vision goes spotty is how I know I can still see. Plugging my ears until I hear nothing is how I know I can still hear.

But you holding me close is how I know I am still living. Nothing makes me more alive like you do.

I could live my life with all my senses in tune, and all my organs performing perfectly. But is that really living?

Cause ever since I met you, living took on a new meaning.