Maybe we’re all just
Tiny, minuscule balls of light
Disguised as people.
And maybe the static that comes out
Of our mouths,
And the thoughts that consume our minds,
And the feelings we think we
Are all nothing but that tiny little ball of light
Screaming in a muffled voice,
“I’m real. I’m real. I’m real.”
The light in me
Just wants to know if you’re real too.