sometimes I can get the most vivid moments of feeling real. Everything is a possibility to me. These moments come in fragments, they come at night, the come in the day. They come when I am least expecting it. I want to hold on to these moments, to keep them some where I remember. Any thing can trigger these episodes of feeling real, a song, a past memory, a outing or a visit from a friend. A smell, a certain food item. The feelings of happiness, anger, despair, sadness, wonderment, pain.

I have always wondered what I am doing on this earth, what I am for that matter. I want to feel alive every second of my life. To have the wind fly by me, to have the sun cast its rays upon my face. To have the clouds circle around me.

real.