Somewhere across this planet,
there are people thinking about you.
You might not know them, they
could be anyone from anywhere.
At this moment, as the sun brightens your day,
you were seen smiling in their dreams.
And when you close your eyes to sleep,
they will wake up and write about you.
They may not be great poets, but
you have already become their poem.
I write because you exist. ~Micheal Faudet.
