Living life without breathing.
Breathing without living.
Fragments of time turn to shards.
Shards turn to large particles of time and life has no rewind.
Living life without really breathing.
Just breathing without really living.
You can't change what's gone by.
But you can better what's to come.
Others going through the motions like a robot programmed living each day.
Are you really breathing?
Surrounded by fake friends that play pretend is your reality that barely living.
The fragments of time pass by and the program never changes.
True friends and love stand the test of time.
Large particles of time become fragments as time seems to stand still.
Because you're truly breathing and living.
Without a programmed robot mind.
Nosforotu poet 01-04-2012