elevation

As I lay upon my bed near the window, facing the high ceiling drenched in murky shadows, listening in between songs that flow with mellifluous sentimental resonance to the rain sheet down in almost deafening fashion as it has done for hours, hearing the monstrous surf pound against the shore, feeling the cool breeze of the outdoors caress my body, becoming lost in my spectacular art collections and captivating imagination, taking the occasional sip of a delicious ice cold green tea as I feel sleep slowly overtaking me with the promise and possibility of hours of blissful dreaming ahead of me, I also take a moment to recognise one thing:

This is why I am alive.