Is it real?

Ever happened to you,
remembering a situation you've been through
and don't even know if it is true?
Then, is it, really?

How suffocating it is
to doubt yourself
and being stuck in the past.

Did I go there?
Was I really in that shell?
Is it all true, or a mere
illusion?

And when there is someone else
in there
will she be in it for as long as I?
Has she also dreant of it?

Ghosts of what was, wonder around town.
Unseen, unknown, confused...

Tears are hidden by raindrops
that wash the ghosts away and back, as waves.
Waves that come but as they go, they fade...
for there is no such thing as ghost-washer-waves,
is there?

Stuck in the unexistent paradox
One may lose himself,
left behind, trying to guess
if he has really seen a ghost and how it felt

Sometimes what doesn't exist feels more real
than the air entering our lungs,
and by the time it does, it's gone...

That poor,
poor one starts breathing ghosts
and drinking raindrops
as a way for the tears to go undetected in his blood.

Blood is another paradox in this addiction
because there are few things as touchable as blood,
as real as it,
and when one has tears in it -
Nothing else can be touched
but only questioned
how unreal it is...if it is as it seems...
Is it unreal?