Sometimes I exist in this in between
A wonder of the world but as a separate
Being. And in a state of constant curiosity.
Other times I wonder why I am alive.
And contemplate the most absurd of things.
I am made of the simplest materials:
Flesh and muscle and bone.
My heart beats the same as anyone else.
But regarded differently as others eyes trace my body.
"Does she really dress that way? And her hair? Why? Must she speak so loudly? Think so stupidly?  Act so dramatically?"
I am a child...fornication of stardust and a half baked idea created
A less than stellar infant of the world.
A question for the sake of life.
I was you, but only for a moment, as our eyes met and
You were me. As I gave you piece of my mind in exchange for
A thought from yours. And we exist
Together. But only in a sense of theory and philosophy,
If that is the type of thing you believe in.
If you see what I see, and maybe you do,
Then I exist separate from you and no God could connect us
Because the way we touch is only a matter of quantum physics
And how my particles repel yours in some sort or another.
Interesting,  isn't it?