How do you know I exist?
I could be just a figment
of your imagination.
How do you know I'm here?
It could be you
that are writing these words?
How do you know
if these thoughts
aren't your thoughts?
How do you know
that these aren't your hands
that are penning each individual letter?
How do you know if my name
is just a name you made up?
Do I even exist at all?
Or is it just you that exists
and I'm just a thought that exists within you?
How do you know?
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.8/2015
I had an intelligent conversation with my husband last night and it all started out with this theory...if a tree falls in the woods, is there anybody there to hear it and how do you know if the tree exists, if you don't know that it exists? I'm a lot smarter, than he even gives me credit for. I think he was just testing me, to be a smart a$$. He always claims that he's smarter than I am...so I gave him a three hour conversation to chew on. Call me stupid now. LOL