As I visualized people in my mind, and wondered,"Who are you?" I felt a real person within my existence. I felt like a real person even if only for a moment, I felt like one of the others, one of the ones I imagine. Yet, it's fleeting, it only comes when I feel the deepest sadness, when the rawness of this perception throws me into the ground, gets dirt in my eye.
She is in so much pain, and I can't do a **** thing because I am not real.
Ironically, probably one of the most realistic things I've ever written.