Breath

As he sat there, he almost appeared to be still,
except for the slow rise and fall of his chest,
to simply show that he was alive.
Alive but dead,
wanting to cry, but
realizing he had no more tears to shed.
Instead he sat there without a thought,
because moving would have woken him,
from his part time dream.
A dream that took him far away,
to pretend that the troubles of this day was an illusion,
a mirage, something to blind him, so he could not see.
But soon enough, he has to wake up, to reality.