A Thousand Beings

I watch as a man with no hands,

Sits down and stares into the distance.

I'm not sure what he's looking at,

But I too stare into the distance.

Then a "thing" with seemingly no presence, 

Strides into the room on a waft of cool air.

This "thing" then looks at us,

And it too stares into the distance.

Eventually more beings joined us,

But each being that joins me and the man with no arms,

Become more and more familiar,

Until there a thousand beings with me and the man with no arms.

I break my stare to notice these beings,

And what I see, 

Are not physical beings,

But physical creatures representing a part of me.

I see the door on who represent peacefulness.

I watch as the hummingbird watches over the restcof the group.

Then I see the strangest being out of them all.

It has multiple features,

Some of which we haven't named yet,

It only serves one purpose.

This "thing" turns its peculiar head,

Looks at me with a distant impression,

And says,

"You are not alone."

With that,

All 1,000 beings disappear in the wind,

And I am left within a room of white,

And a man with no arms.