Astral

I'm a wraith, floating through my life.

I look in mirrors and can’t believe what I’m seeing.

I haunt my own skin.

My thoughts are real,

I think, but if I have to wonder

are they really?

Maybe I’m made up.

Maybe I’m the most elaborate dream I’ve ever had.

I only exist to me.

I’m a ghost

pretending to be alive.

I only exist if someone sees me.

But I watch people look right through me,

like I've never been here at all.

I pinch myself and I'm certain, yes, I'm dreaming.

I reach out to touch someone else,

and it's an insurmountable gap,

human contact.

I am all alone.

If I am

at all.

“Do you ever doubt the existence of others around you?”

“No,

I usually doubt my own.”