I Miss Being Alive

I’m tired of living my life alone in my room. I want to be a part of the world. I miss being affected by the world and affecting the world. I miss being loved and falling in love, being torn apart by sadness and bliss, riding waves of inspiration, being crushed and rising back up again, mastering something and feeling it course through my veins. I miss the joy of being alive. I miss the pain of being alive. I miss the beauty of being alive. I just miss being.