William Shakespeare

are you real?

Are you real, or are you just a figment of my imagination? If you are real, then why do I not see you? I thought I had the answer, but alas, 'tis an enigma wrapped in a riddle. Is it possible that you are a ghost, a spirit that exists only in my mind? I cannot say for sure, but if you are real, then I must know. Is it possible that you are a dream, a figment of my own subconscious? If so, then what does that make me? Am I truly the one who created you? Or are you just a part of me, a part that I cannot see? All I can say is that I am filled with curiosity and intrigue. Are you real? That is the question that I must answer, and I cannot do it alone. Only you can tell me the truth, and until then, I will remain in this state of wonder. "