Existing? That's odd.
I merely trace the border between reality and my mind;
they have nothing in common.
How do you occupy space, time, and mind?
I do a lot of things.
All unrelated, all whimsical.
All terribly wonderful and sensual to the soul.
I hope you occupy a lot of space and have your own orbit, too.
Most of all, I hope you can keep up with me.
If someone could stay on the same dimension as me, that would be lovely.
We could have tea.