[ WP ] `` I wish I was real . I wish I was alive . But I am neither ... ''

Everyone has thought me, and that gives me certain power, after all I have wandered countless minds and I have been defined and redefined so many times that it makes me wonder what am I? Some say that I am everywhere, others cry that I am nowhere, truth to be told it is the ones that have been physically deprived of me that think me the most and with the greatest intensity. However I am eventually forgotten and then remembered in a cycle that it's hard to understand, some would pay all their fortunes to have me, and some would sell me for a few dimes, I find it puzzling when they shapeshift me into animals, or paint me in colors and symbols, I suppose it's an attempt to make me real, tangible or something... But the reality is that as long as humans stay human I will never be real, never be alive after all nobody truly knows what is freedom.
