Am I energy,
or not?
Am I here,
or is this just perception?
Is this all
some fever dream?
The kind I had
as a child.
Are you here,
or are you a figment
of my imagination,
hope,
and want?
The product of my
overpowering fear
of existing
in this place
all alone.
Strange how one
could be afraid
and doubt their own
existence
at the same time,
all the while,
never doubting you.
If I am energy,
then you are solid.
Perhaps it is
the other way around.
That you exist
and I am just
the figment.
Brought into being
by fear and loneliness.
A conjuring of your sorrow.
Am I energy,
or not?
A flash of your synapses firing.
A hallucination
brought on
by stress and chemicals
flooding your brain
in compensation.
I guess,
it doesn’t matter, now.
I have you,
and you have me
to comfort.
Two impossible delusions,
nodes in a simulation,
holding on to one other.
Each afraid
that the other
isn’t real.
DJR – 2022
