What is Real?

Tuesday January 19th Timed writing Prompt: Make a list of things that are real to you. Be blatantly honest. By Connie Wolf

The heart is real. The one I abuse with real butter, real cream, and real ice cream, and cheese, lots of cheese. I like to keep it real. I’m planning on having a real purely organic coronary occlusion.
The figurative heart is real too, the one that loves the one that aches, the one that sacrifices and then breaks in two.
Life is real, from first breath to last. If you cut us do we not bleed?
Blood is real.
Death is real; it is the only real release from unmitigated pain. It is real for those who watch and wait. It is also real to those who are surprised to hear, they though you were breathing, living, carrying on but they were wrong, that was unreal. Death is the definitive real. Your breaths are numbered as are the hairs on your head. It is a finite number known only by God.
God is real.
Some people are real but not all. Real people tell the hard truth and avoid all pretenses.
Pain is real, physical, psychological, emotional, spiritual pain. When in pain there is no room for pretense.
Children are real. They cry when they are sad, laugh at what is truly funny and reach out when they need a cuddle. Oh to be as real as a two year old; to be that transparent, that vulnerable, that honest. If I could be as a two year old, I would be in point of fact actually, truly, real.