User blog:Kat2wind2archer/What if

What if I told you I wasn't real?

What if I told you I'm not sure if I'm real?

What if I told you I don't trust you to be real?

What if I told you the sky is green and the grass is blue?

Would you think me insane,

unstable or messed up?

Because the grass is blue just as a seagul is purple if you paint it that way.

Because the sky is green when you aren't looking, just as everything behind your back disapears when you turn around.

Because a red rose painted yellow is still a red rose, just as it is a yellow one. Just as it is white if you color it white.

Because a broken bottle won't be a bottle if you glue it togather, for the glue will refuse to hold the water.

Because one plus one is two, and one plus one plus one is three-

And everything is three,

Three chances to be forgiven, three guesses of what my label is, three blood stains, three earings on a single ear, three purple bruises, three 'I hate you' 's and three 'we'll be friends forever' 's, three people I've forgotten.

And I'm left to ponder what was a two, are two's all that better than three's, are one's painful or are they relief.

Because a sky is green if God paints it that way, and the grass is blue if you look close enough.

What if I told you I wasn't sure if I was real?