Ghost of Presence

I am the rip in the fabric of time and space. As I succumb to deafening silence, the ripple proceeds to buzz.

I am the slight echo, among the noise of the world. If one will listen, you can still hear the remnants of The Big Bang. All of the Universe within one ball of pocket fuzz.

Never existing in the " Here and Now". I periodically corporealize to feel the world. They can see my true self and it is grand. Don't let things get muddled in your mind. Your conscious mind drifting in and out of reality.

Games must be played in order to compartmentalize my thoughts, feelings, and current situations.

I play them to feel the existence of the universe, and one's self. I do not dwell in the light, yet I cannot fully inhabit the dark corners of the cosmos.

I am not the gift you were expecting or the detailed revelation you were expecting. Nor am I a gift .

I AM THE GHOST OF PRESENCE