sometimes, it's almost hardly believable that there was life before me, before 1985. it seems that nothing is real unless i am there. that i am the only witness to everything in the history of the world from my first to last breath. and that everything will cease to be, when i am gone.

i mean, how would i know if there was REALLY life before me? how will i know if there will be life AFTER me? what if everything, even all the "proof", the photographs, skeletons, tombstones, movies and diaries, were all conjured up just for my lifetime? what if history and its stories, people, from babies to old people, were created just for this short span of however long i will be here, and what if that period is really, the only time this universe will ever exist? just like my dreams, alive and real when i close my eyes and forgotten even to myself when the sun finally wipes the sleep out out of my eyes.