sometimes if I stare hard enough
I see things in static
like there are minuscule,
vibrating atoms
dancing in place.
I believe I'm in a dream.
I don't really exist here.
instead,
I’m being blinded
by a transparent haze.
what is this place?
if I close my eyes,
clear my mind,
take slow,
deep,
breaths,
count from ten,
will I open them and see?
see who the atoms are dancing for?
or are they only dancing for me?
new to writing, first short poem