I am no more real

he Whispers,
"who r u ?" My answer is the dogged pen to page, which lights consistently the pathway .home It is on that road, that I alone, can trip my way back,to myself."


last nite again he text me /// who ru ?#My answer i used to be inspired by stories, till i realised it was a storyteller who made them so.

then i began to be inspired by storytellers...bt now im no more Real....

nw he is Fuming n asked me who r u/ with high voltage pitch

n like cold cucumber i replied ;i am a mystical,elemental in their originality and image .as im thin line beween imagination & dreams i cannot be touched as im abstract piece ..but u cant reject my existance ..u can always feel me....im everwhere around u,inside u.

u dnt knw but i some times go to the hill...to live lyk 3rd person...im desperate to be appear lyk normal....u can breath u can live life bt for mine ..
its no experience,
no measure ,
no counts,
no more reality...hence im no more real....