What is real

Too busy to feel these days
To feel that i am tired
To feel that i have not got enough rest
To feel that i am breathing

Just like being pushed thru a queue
Your legs just follow
No questions No Complains
No problem as it is almost painless

So I have stop to feel
Numb to feeling
Insensitive

I did almost ten days without watching the news
I didnt symphatise the china earthquake victims
I didnt care about the weather
But i enjoyed my 20 mins of wheel of fortune this morning

I am fed by things that were all set in my environment
Automatic. I am that one cell who falls nicely into the stream of things
I do but i switch off

I switch off for a while.
i think my body is dwindling
my mind unnourished
unzealed

The real me seems somewhere already
or where is it
what is it like to feel the realness

or perhaps realness takes so many form and each second is a new form of real

I am unmoved. non chalant. at one with these feelings.