I am.

I am a dream. I wonder what “to exist” entails. I hear it’s wonderful “to exist” and I want to exist, to BE, but still I am worse than dead – INERT! I pretend to know what I feel is normal and what I touch is unremarkable. But what I worry about the most is if I am a mar on the collective. I understand that I am unremarkable. I say this in all honesty. Sometimes, though, I dream dreams so buzzingly beautiful, I’ll explode I think. I try and keep it under lock and key and I hope that no one’s noticed that I am NOT the sum of my parts!