What am I?
Can you tell me?
Whatever you say will be wrong.
If you say I am Gothic, I'm actually Visual Kei.
If you say I am Visual Kei, I'm actually Lolita.
If you say I am Lolita, I'm actually Steampunk.
If you say I am Steampunk, I'm actually just me.
You cannot know what I am.
Ever.
I'm a great many things, all at once.
If you say I live in the past, I'm living in the present.
If you say I'm living in the present, I'm living in the future.
If you say I'm living in the future, I'm living in the past.
I live in all these places.
In my own fantasy world.
But why is it fantasy?
If you can live in it, doesn't that make it reality?
What's the difference between fantasy and reality if you can live in both?
Is fantasy just less common? Is that why so many call it as such?
Perhaps reality is only reality because more people live in it.
But that doesn't mean that fantasy isn't real.
I prefer fantasy, because it's so much better than reality.
When reality weighs down and causes distress, fantasy spreads her wings and flies.
When reality says that you can't do something, fantasy says that you can.
What is really the difference?
You can no more live in fantasy than you can in reality.
Maybe even more so.
That is why you can never know me.
Because I choose to live in fantasy.
Where all the different sides of me come alive and laugh.
You cannot say that I am one thing, because I am many.
So if you say I am only one thing, you will be wrong.
So you can never know what I am.
Because whatever you say, I will be another too.
Lost in a world beyond a looking glass.
Where everything seems the same,
But nothing is as it seems.
Can you still tell me?
Tell me what I am?
Of course not.