Do I really exist?

I ever feared my existence was illusory.Time and Space smart ideas to well limit my,after all impossible ,understanding of anything,and ,other people to keep me amused and quiet.I always felt I was not heavy enough to fulfil my shape.Someone must have done that for myself.I know that I´m nothing more than a projection of a higher mind,a cute marionette in a kind of a playground world.Nevertheless I´m not at all alone on this affair and I don´t care for my imaginary soul as I truly believe in absolute love to expiate my misfortune.

Rose Dew