Aspies For Freedom

drawing in fresh breath.
expelling poisoned air.
time passes ages gone.

exposed to fresh cold metal.
awaken barred deep in soil.
dead not yet, seconds left.

Did you see the thread in philosophy about Breatharians :shock:

Fleeting moments in the evening
uttered words of silent meaning
calling out to quieten the bereaving
knowing not their pain.

Others come to see the play
for a while they will stay
for one last chance to say good bye.

:twisted: