breathing his air through my lungs, contemplating whether to let me live as each moment passes. time slows, i sit and watch my life waste away with nothing to do but accept the fate i chose. everyone around laughing talking looking not at me but through me. im invisible. is this wat it would be like fi fate decided to tak eme? no oen to see; no one to miss me? all the years of trying to be something a waste, thrown into dreams for others to catch and accomplish. i try to blend intot the crowd like i belong as association makes me fake just like them. i have forgotten where i came form. could it be possible its too late to look back..
