The End of Breathing, There's Life in Death

why do we watch?
to keep our selves entertained
to leave us too preoccupied to worry or
care about the things that really matter

we watch others act
for the fear of our own ability
for a lack of determinism or
over abundance of self doubt

why do I write?
I write for the sake of fallen dreams
I write for a lost and almost forgotten hope
of achieving more than just self awareness

You read for the same reasons I watch
choose to sit behind lines
not be myself
and witness a greatness Only found in dreams

I once preached about breathing
finding self and announcing it quietly but with resonance
Now I know the truth
I am not myself and I'm now better than ever

twice a shell
but half the man
I'll never think
of breathing again