Real, is what I can reach out and touch.

And yet the voices in my head,

and the sobs hovering in my mouth

and the words that graze my ear

feel so real.

They have no presence, 

they leave nothing behind but memories,

but they are so real.

Reality is what stays with us

when we close our eyes at night

and open them in the morning

real are the images in my head

and the feelings in my heart.

Real is what I choose to believe