Do you ever feel like the center of the universe?
Like maybe everything, everyone, every single little detail and word and spec of dust, might be just for your benefit, might be designed just to lead you somewhere: to heaven, or wherever else?
Sometimes, I get scared that I am the only real person on this whole world, and everyone else is here just for me, but when I'm not around, they --- you --- stop existing. You are all just facets of my reality, the little bits that make me me, that shape my future and my decisions and my well-being.
Every face in a crowd that I scan by and forget instantly is meant to change my world; every touch of the breeze, every rumor, every website that I click by, every word on a billboard, every story of hope or hunger, every sound, every smell on Earth is meant for my eyes and my ears and my senses, but without me there to see it, to hear it sing, it is nothing; it isn't really there.
It's kind of like 'if a tree falls with no one to hear it, does it make a sound?' Are there really people that'll I'll never know somewhere in, oh, Sri Lanka that are having a conversation that I'll never hear or sleeping or waking up because I have no idea what time it is in Sri Lanka? Or is there really no one until they enter my life; is Sri Lanka empty except for its name?
I can't imagine six billion other people on Earth, thinking things that I don't think about, living and never touching my little existence. It's much too big. Maybe I'm the only teenage girl in the whole wide world.
I think about this sometimes.
And for some reason, it makes me lonely.
Please, tell me if you're there.
I lose sleep; give me your thoughts.
Every galaxy; every tiny star.