are we real, or are we imagery?

am i just a figment of your imagination? or my imagination? or someone else's? why am i me, not someone else? why isn't someone else me?

what is light, and what is darkness? where does a day go when it is done? where does life go when someone dies?

if i could find the edge of the universe, could i jump off? if i did, where would i go? could i sail through an empty void of nothingness? if there is nothingness, is there somethingness?

if i made a key, would there be a lock somewhere that my key would open?

for every answer, there are a dozen more questions. but where did the first question come from?

where does pain come from, and where does it go? could i keep pain all for myself, if i promised to nurture it and watch it grow?

what is happiness? and what is sadness? why must someone be sad for someone else to be happy?

is anybody watching me? can anyone see inside my head, inside my heart, inside the black emptiness that is my soul?

what is color? if a red rose symbolizes love, does a black rose symbolize hate?

what is love? what is hate? if i love someone and he hates me, do the love and the hate cancel each other out, leaving nothing between us at all?

what is silence? if white noise masks outside noise, is there a black noise? or a grey noise?

if i closed my eyes and looked in a mirror and i opened my eyes really, really fast, would i see my reflection laughing at me?

someday i want to get a box of crayons and a really big piece of paper and draw myself a quiet forest with an ocean and a lake. then i would get into the picture and i would try to take the ocean with me...maybe i would swim with a dolphin and turn into a mermaid. if a mermaid fell asleep in the water, would she drown? that might be fun, too. when i'm old and grey, i will go to the beach and build myself a sand-castle and move in.

if i sang to a skull, would it laugh? would we sing a duet?

does a piece of paper know what is written on it? does a pen know what it is writing? would it care, if it did know?

where does the sun go when it rains?

where do the clouds go when i can't see them?

does the moon talk to the stars? what would they talk about? does the moon cry as she waxes and wanes? does it hurt her? i wish i could see the dark side of the moon. is there a dark side to the sun?

maybe if i'm lucky, i will float away on a sea of music where the waves crash loud and long in my mind, the tide pulled by an invisible composer. maybe the song in my mind is the song some composer is trying to find, but unless i open my mouth and sing it, he will not hear it. i wonder if anyone in the world knows about my song. if i hear music in my dream, is the music real? may i consider it my own, or is there some dream composer who orchestrates the music he has written for every dream? is love a dream? if i went into a dream, would i ever have to come out? if you are happy in a dream but sad when you wake up, where did the happiness go?

where do ideas come from? how can a person tell if someone else is thinking about her? if i am not thinking about someone, that person ceases to exist for me until the next time i think about him. so where do people go when no one is thinking about them?

i like darkness; i am afraid of the light. if someone were never afraid, would she be brave? how can someone be brave without having been afraid?

if i love somebody, and then i stop loving that person, does he know?

what is the kiss of death, and where is someone who can give it to me?

all i want is time, and paper, and a pen, and music. if i could sleep for a day and write for a week and listen to music the whole time, i would be happy. silence is; i am. therefore, am i silence?

is there a place somewhere in the universe which holds all the answers--or all the questions?

if everyone in the world could be anyone in the world, would anyone want to be me?

if i could fly over the trees and spread my wings out as far as they could reach, where would i go? when would i land? could i fly while i slept? would i ever have to stop at all?

if everyone in the world were sad, all at the same time, what would happen?

can one song change the world? how long is forever and a day?

what if we are all wrong and we are not really here? where are we?

what if no one knows me, and no one remembers me?

where does time go?

what happens to silence when someone breaks it?

what happens to music when it stops?

am i a shadow of darkness in a world of light?

am i who i think i am?

are we real, or are we imagery?

why does no one answer me here?