Is it love or is it just the idea of being in love?Is it the noise outside or is it just the silence inside?
Is it the dark clouds hovering in the sky or is it the darkness in my brains?
Is it the sound of the footsteps or just my heartbeats?
Is it the headache or is it only the ache?
Is it what I see or is it what I am shown?
Is it the memories I have or the choices I have made?
Is it what we think we are or is it what we say we are?