When you said “If none of this is real, what is?”
My response:
I know it’s real when I feel an electric current in my palm as she grabs my hand.
When I stand barefoot in the grass I feel a hum in the balls of my feet.
If I pay enough attention, I can hear the echo of a bird singing a block away.
Like the sun sets and rises, the seasons come and go, the moon comes in phases, everything has a season and cycle.
I know it’s real when I meet a stranger but feel like I’ve known them from somewhere, it’s probably because I do.
That I can feel the beating in my chest, inhale and exhale of my breath without telling it to or knowing how it’s done.
I know it’s real that words like “help” “love” and “home” are more sacred to me than scripture.
What I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t have to be fact or proven to be real.
It doesn’t have to be guaranteed or linear to be right.
I don’t have to believe in God but I can believe in magic.
What’s real to me is that we have the same blue eyes that go from deep ocean blue to sky blue after we both cry.
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