The time we spend on earth is very short when you consider the scope of the universe. Often, we don’t see the big picture and get lost in the details. What is our purpose in the few years we have?

In my imagined world no one exists but me. I live in an illusion of non existant beings and yet the illusion is solid enough to be reflected back to me in the eyes of others that I look into. These other beings come and go as I need them fading in and out of my life like early morning mists. Always there, always present but not visable. I am in a room of mirrors with distorted figures of myself. Awareness leading me back to this hallucination, a ghostly figure caught up in the illusion of self, believing that I actually exist.