I lay unmoving as your dreams slowly begin to materialize around my hollow body.
And I wonder how it came to be that your life may be more blessed than mine -
yet it matters not.
For whose world could exist if alone, isolated, and unmodified,
unaware of this existence just outside of their homes.
And I find it a worthless endeavor to try to explain this effect you have on me -
for your own world is already travelling too fast.
