We’ve heard a billion words about building and beginning,

My biggest interest now is dismantle and diminish.

The train of construction has had its time, if this is where it goes let’s end this line

Too many people walk around half dead, trapped in the dream of growth a slow smoky death.

We’ve progressed this place into a dying grey mess, before its to late draw in a last breathe.

Breathe, are you living

My heart beats so hard it may tear itself right outta my chest.

Breathe and listen, if you hear your heart moving, well then, you’ll know you’ve just cheated death.

Living means retreating to things that work for us, not being dragged along through mechanized dusk

Layers and layers of rules and constructs compound to make a pile of what?

A great arms race against real interaction and insidious self-loathing for our own imperfections

Accept this substitution for a life or slow down, look around, stand up and fill your lungs.

Breathe, are you living?

My heart beats so hard it may tear itself right outta my chest.

Breathe and listen,

If you hear your heart moving, well then, you’ll know you’ve just cheated death.

Breathe are you there? Can we do this? I’m waiting.

Breathe, look alive, pay attention, keep moving

It never gets easy unless you give up and if you do you won’t know cause there is nothing after death.