Poem 1

The Unknown

What is real and what is fantasy? A question asked throughout time by just about everyone here on earth, though its a simple question, there is not one simple answer. Some believe it they can see it or touch it, its real but the mind can give false signals to the person emulating sight and touch, with that the question remains unanswered and even more open to confusion to what is truly real. Reality could be the undiscovered division of life and death. Possibly the fabric of reality prevents us from the other side know so far as death weather there is a Heaven or a Hell has yet to be proven and quite possibly also lies on the side of death and may never be found for it is impossible to visit the realm of the dead while existing in the realm of the living unless by only one way and means death. The one and only truth and guarantee in life is death, a means to an end and possibly the means to a new beginning. Does life recycle into another or do we just cease to exist and vanish into a cold dark void of nothingness? Another unanswered question that will never be answered by those of the living and already know by those of the dead. So many unanswered questions and even more unsure answers that no one may be able to answer ever in one existence. What happens if we rip the fabric of reality? Does chaos run free destroying everything we think is real, our knowledge, experiences, our entire existence just gone and nonexistent, worthless. If this becomes published my note to you the reader these are small thoughts that came from fantasy and brought into reality by my words in hopes you may understand how I think and to know your never alone though it may seem like you are there is always someone somewhere you can open to and talk about anything no matter how bad cherish them for they may not be with you forever life is cruel like that and never gives any mercy to anyone.