Everyone is someone, which means that no one is anyone. You might be nobody to everyone else, while no one means more to me than you. All the other ‘someones’ are no one. They fade to dust, you grow into perfection in front of my imperfect eyes.
Everyone wants to talk, but no one has anything to say. Ramble on. About what? No one and nothing of any importance to anyone with a mind of his/her own. Yet, every sound you make – it’s perfect sense. Nothing could be more beautiful.
Everyone has the answers, but no one knows the truth. You – you are the truth, the only truth anyone should ever care to know. Someone has the answers out there, but no one should care about those answers. You are the answer.
Everyone is ONE individual world full of emotion, loss, happiness, pain, and perception. A single planet trapped inside anyone with a brain and beating heart. Your world is mine, mine is yours. Everyone’s planet is filled with someone of importance, but no one of reality.
Who are you? And who am I? Answers will vary. Answers mean nothing. Perception is the god of our universe.
Who are you, to you? Because to me, you are the world. The world inside me dissolves into nothing when you come around. My world, here in my heart, I give it to you. Every inch, mile, and memory – all to you. The organs inside my chest are replaced with thoughts and images of your face. You are everything and everyone I’ll ever care to know.
Am I real? Do I exist? I exist as much as anyone else in my mind. As long as you exist, then I know I am real. You are reality, the only reality that I’ll ever care to live inside of.
Thank. you, eternally, for existing.