sometimes I think what is real..
whatever I feel through my senses , is it all real , because there are philosophies which say this world is unreal , but either the philosophy is imaginary or this world..
the things we don't know, the unsolved mysteries, and the unanswered questions seems to be real , which make it all an ugly lie , my mere existence felt unreal for instance..
the pain I suffer , is it not really there?
it makes my struggle a dramatic story , am i really playing with the unreal toys.
the god we pray seems to be the realest even at times we can't sense him..
do senses we got make sense at...