really?

When an unreal meets a paranoid, that’s when things get a bit funny.

Are you real? you asked me.
I don’t really know, I said.
Oh please don’t tell me that, you said.

This was what I was thinking, which I didn’t say out loud: I was thinking, how could I know that I’m real? I might only exist in his headspace. You’re a paranoid, you create things in your mind. That is really out of my control. But then I thought, perhaps I should just be normal for a few seconds and just enjoy whatever it is now.

Well I can feel your flesh and warmth here, you said.

I smiled and giggled. Unspoken, this was what I thought: I was happy, and that was the realest of the real.

Maybe.

We then fell down together to the dark abyss of Nowhereland – no where, and now here. Early in the morning, your alarm went off. We jumped out of that darkness, and laughed together.

Laughter. Laughter is our genuine light switch. That’s how we know that we’re real.

Yep.

24 June 2007 2:52:01 PM