i am a phantom
a shadow of my carcass from yesterday
I only exist in your perception of me
but truth be told
in the entirety of your whole ******* life
you failed to realize
that i am more than just a body
you don't just buy a shell
and expect it to eat and drink
you buy the turtle
who will wear the shell, and give it the
the life it needs to move

i have dreams of slicing open my skin
and rays of light ooze out of me instead of blood
my existence depends solely on
my concious
but your existence depends
on my perception of you
without me you would destruct
without you I would be nothing but a fold
in the fabric of space
an idea at best
but most likely an unknown
force that guides the wind through your hair

every moment is a paradox,
a contradiction
because what is the point
when all life really is
is prolonged death - romanticized

the answer can not be fabricated, or known
only pondered
and it is within the pondering,
that you realize this:

it's 3 in the ******* morning
i need sleep
and these words have endless meaning
but I'm never going to find an answer
and I'm craving a grilled cheese