logic

i like to reason with the stars.
people never look at the stars. not in the city.
in the country, its different. people look at the stars there.
i am different.
i look at them. i see them.
and sometimes i reason with them.
does the world really exist? i ask.
i dont think the world exists.
its just pretend.

and next to the window, on my desk
there is a picture.
its old and yellow and i do not know
who is held within the frame.
but he knows me.
his eyes are always looking me.

the eyes always look alive
and they watch me.
they follow me wherever i go.
and every night the stars shine
and tell me that none of it really exists
but he watches to make sure
that everything stays the same.