When the sun sets, I still see the sun.
It inverses in my mind, like a train with human legs and human feet have carried it from manifested back to idea. As if all I know or dream about is as meaningless as the words I profess to know how to write.
It's like as I hear the party at the neighbors, is it real? Does anyone else hear it? I hear my partner's breathing as she sleeps, and I wonder if I am real. Am I part of someone else's truth? Or am I not at all?

Is any of this real?