I am everyone, and I am no one. I am the air in your lungs, and I am your lungs. I am the blood that pumps through your veins, and I am the wind that barely touches your skin. I am your mother, your lover, and your friend. I don't know who I am, but you know who I am. You love me and you hate me. I am your darkest secret, and your favorite memory. I am all the bad and good in the world. I am the rug beneath your feet and your pillow you keep flipping to find the coolest side. I am your bed, I am your home. I am... but then again I am not.

I am a ghost, a simple shadow that no one notices. I am the thing you don't see, but feel. I am the background people in your dreams that you can't seem to remember. I am not even a memory. I am a figment of your vast imagination, I am not real. So you see, this world is so big and its not. We are this contradicting light and darkness that is called the human race. And I may or not be real, but I know you are. I know you are gravity itself. I know you are the big bang, and the space and time continuum. You are here. You've always been here. And even when your bones rot, and your name fades on your tombstone, you will still be here.

You will still lead, and I will still follow.