They call it life. I live it.

I sit here acting like I live, but how do we define this life? The one we live everyday, how do we know we're living. I can't define it by a pulse, or the quickened breathe brought upon by suprise. No touch, no look..No single sign to signify we're alive. Just what they say defines life. Breathing and eating and mating and what? What is this to me? At my age, what can this mean to me logically? I don't know what's the truth and what is just text book bullshit. I want reason. A reason. Something. Anything..


I'm treading water, I need to sleep awhile. My lamb and my martyr, you look so precious now.