Real?
You must realize that nothing disappears, because the real one is the thought, the physicist is just an irony, then you can feel that these there...
The distance only is physical and you notice that it does not matter, not, if your soul can fly as the birds and come there, to the place where always you have wanted to be...
The most strange thing of everything, it is that I can write it, but I can't feel it, because I'm crying here...
