I am nobody you are imagining that I am a person you are seeing scribbles on your screen it’s all your mind, I don’t exist

how many times have you read words? how many times you felt their feelings? even when they felt nothing?

In the end there’s nobody, just letters your tears went down to your own made up character which is just a mirror of yourself

like the bacterias inside your body they are also on the outside walking in the streets, imagining too

... and you imagine they are someone

hey, I was here too...

L.