Fiction

What if all that there is, and all there has been, and all that we know, is just somebodies dream. If we’re all just creations, in a fictional land, where each move we make, has been carefully planned. Where the lives that we live, be they tragic or kind, are the product of somebodies, formative mind. And perhaps if that’s true, is that someone aware, of the lives they have made? If they are, do they care? Then to take it one further, what if they are as well, just creations in someone’s, imaginary world. What if every tale, ever told, heard or shown, somewhere out there develops, a life of its own. Where the fables of this world, are factual and true, or where somewhere the fiction, is the story of you.