Am I real?

What makes me real?

Just touch?

That my heart is beating, that I’m talking to you – is that all it takes to prove it’s real?

Kinda shallow!

Don’tcha think?

I maybe an illusion.

Just because you can see me, hold me, fuck me –

It doesn’t make me or my existence real.

D’ya think?

We are such flawed creatures.

It’s like we live on a planet where all the erroneous prototypes have been dumped, disposed.

This existence, all knowledge is beyond false:

The ultimate, unbearable lie.


-Ramona Arena 2016.

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