is this real?

The stumbling progress of hardened hearts builds towards a life worth living. These moments are what it lays its foundation on. Quiet determination, mixed with two parts insane caterwauling. All this, all this, all this. Time moves in fits and spurts. It's linear nature a lie. The flow moving inexorably towards crumpling flesh and creaky bones. That is real, this is real. This is real. All the moments in between are real.