This World Isn't Real

This world isn't real..

Yes it's not .

The blooming dazzles up in the sky of your head or the growing seed below your foot or the wailing sound of infinity or the crooking candle of neighbourhood isn't real.

The vigil you feel, the sigil you owe deep deep inside the pit buried more deeper in your head where there is no light other than some floating stars, even those stars are the perception to hold your mind in that place called as soul.

BUT that... That soul my friend that also isn't real.

How could it be when all that is peculiar and all that is uncountable , all that is infinite is holded inside that soul and that soul is holded or captured or tamed by a skeletal made of mere flesh and bones.

That couldn't be real , then what is

Are you or you or you or me .. Real.

I guess we all are dreams sowing inside the mind of two people, we are tiny , very very tiny. How could we be real when we are unnamed, immeasurable, uncountable. When our existence is mere concept building on another concept based on some belief that something what we couldn't feel or see or name is there but we know that surely isn't real. How could the product be real when creator isn't .

We are mere concept we read in the books, the body are the pendulum or the sand signifies change.. Change of era, of centuries, of decade or hour or minute. The flesh is a clock my friend and time it is what real!!!