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Here I Am Alive.



Verbodet!


My foreign brain translates the warning. Stay behind the line.


My body is daring to disobey. Dark is beckoning; biding me to dance.


Finally, I may concede—toes tip-tapping across the unyielding textured line.


Dark is drawing me closer to the edge, into the shadows. The rumbling is building, growing louder as the U-Bahn nears.


Dark smothers any fear of speeding trains. I want to lose myself in Dark's embrace.


Rhythmic tap-tapping of symbols and synth percussion build in my earbuds, cutting through the shroud Dark has me wrapped in like a gift.


My ears fill with the crescendo of the keyboard and high hat and sending me crashing back into my body.


♪♪Someone's going to tell you who you should want to be. So you'll forget the vision that they didn't want to see.♪♪


Reeling back from the edge, from Dark, as the U-Bahn swiftly halts before me.


Symbols and keyboard continue to pulse in my ears, my heart matching the rhythm.


♪♪Here I Am Alive♪♪


And I am. Here in my body, in the München underground, very much alive and fighting for another day.


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