It is okay that I am breathing
It is okay that I am reading
It is okay that I am watching
It is okay that I am eating
It is okay that I am bathing
And sleeping, and listening, and thinking, and walking, and dreaming, and smiling if not laughing, and resting, and writing, and napping, and drawing, and buying, and strolling, and touching, and smelling, and tasting, and praying, and reciting, daring and coping, laying and staring the ceiling, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting for death to show up and occupy me while I am safe.
I can feel that I am even grateful.
It is okay that I can do all these things.
The bare minimum.
The least of the least, yet mighty for me.
It is never fine that I should only have the bare minimum.
But now I think, I should've accepted that
It is okay.
_Fatimakh
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