Is it real or a fable? Dare I question the existence of myself, my friend's reality and my lover's willpower his father's dignity and my own flaws when passing times get tired and my tears weigh endlessly on their shoulders Repetitive roads leading to ends that I am not prepared to reach Yet, those close to me are approaching death and they greet her with open arms. Apart my soul rips, depart they must. I recognize their pain, they accept their fates and I am still here. I am still breathing. I have this blood and two lungs and thousands of dreams that come alive in my dying sleep I promise to resurrect the loss you have endured. With my life you will live on.