The hollow space in my chest is dancing with the joy of being alive. Since this death, being alive feels different. There is so much to be felt. Simultaneously. To be explored, to be loved, to be lived. The drops falling from my eyelids are the yearning for something that changed its form completely, the pain, oh the sorrow. But then there is my body still breathing, still getting belly aches, still smiling and finding comfort in itself and the world I am living in.