I have a hard time justifying reality

Do we really exist? Does anyone else ever ask themselves that?

No two particles of matter ever truly touch.
Nothing is here when we don't see it.

A life is a raindrop; 

cast from clouds, 
falling for oceans..
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each splash a death of ego.

Isn't that what words are for?

To make a sound

to mean a thing?