were you Real?, prose Options

[danishcookiez]

You did not love the light of day nor the bleak of night. You did not pray for a better future. You did not have a better present from the past.
And when the hatchlings grew and left to fly south, you did not seek the warmth of others-- only your own. You fell back onto yourself, and did not rely on anyone.
And the times when you bled to prove to yourself that you were real, did not prove to be a comfort-- only a fascination. You did not dread,
you did not anticipate, you were not excited, you were only there. And yet, one would wonder: were you Real?