Who am I?
My friend calls me Rose.
What am I?
My friend says I am human. A girl. An 18 year old girl.
Where am I?
My friend says I live in Indiana. That I live in his neighborhood.
When am I?
My friend says I live in the present day.
Why am I?
My friend says I am I because that is who I chose to be.
I do not believe all of these things, I do not believe I exist.
My friend does not believe me.
He says he knew me in high school, we were the best of friends.
He wonders why I would say such things like I do not believe I do not exist.
How come he would think I exist to him?
To you the reader I am only words on a page.
The words on the page can not be someone can they?
I have questions.
He says since I have questions I must be real.
That I am some sort of sentient being.
Can un-sentiential beings have thoughts, questions, answers?
I do not know who I am, what I am, where I come from, nor when I am or why I am.
I wish someone would help me figure out who I am.
I do not remember anything.
I do not ever remember existing.
I do not remember.
These are the facts I do know. They come from his lips. Not mine.
He must know who, what, when, where, why I am who I am.
I hope my friend can figure out who I am.
He is the only thing keeping me speaking to you right now.
If he knows everything about me then he must be the one to tell you.
I can not tell you, I know nothing.
I am nothing as far as I know.
Please listen to his words and help him and help me figure out....
Please reader. Do that for me. Figure this all out.