so i think i've come to the conclusion

that sometimes i say things just because i thing it's a beautiful turn of phrase

even I only mean it in the moment

because I wanted to hear it said aloud;

or see it written down

and that i don't think I know what's real anymore

and what is imagined, complex constructions of an ugly mind

sorry, scratch that

I know what is real.

i just don't know who is real

myself

or others