you can wake up. open your eyes. take breaths and tell yourself that you are living. when in fact you aren't. perhaps you are already dead. perhaps your body is decaying on the sacred bed that has held your most precious moments, thoughts, fantasies. you get up and look in the mirror. you see an empty face. with no goal. without a purpose. years ago you forgot what you were living for anymore. you thought you could spend all those lonely years with that one true love, yet you spend it alone. in a cold empty house. you can tell yourself that you are truly living. and perhaps you are. in a sense you are. but in another sense you are dead. lost without a clue.