Wednesday, April 16, 2014


It seems I exist. 
But in a self-contained world 
I can create whatever truth suits me. 
But do I truly exist 
Until someone else thinks about me? 
Do their thoughts bring me to life? 
Do their longings put breath in my lungs? 
Do their wishes create the spark 
That is my soul? 
And how do I exist without you? 

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