I sit in silence, yet there are words, so many as not be heard.
At passing glance I see the vivid dreams of others.
I feel their thoughts.

They are here.
They live within me as so much passes.
But is it truly me?
If all is within?
No, I guess it is not.
I am not here.

But still through them, I feel, I breathe.   
I feel the air passing around me and the warmth of life filling me.

Yet, I seem to have nothing of my own.
You are all around me.
Yet, I cannot touch you.
Nor can you touch me.

I feel so alone here.
I wish I could leave.
I must find a way.
I must if I can.
(Sigh…) For all these passing times of frantic searching I have had no success.

It is as if I have eluded myself, my whole existence scarcely visible.
I know where you all are.
You are all here.
But I am not with you!

So, there is nothing.
You feel the same way I do,... on the other side of the water.
With each movement our intangible wall moves between us.

I try to grab onto you.
But I drip from your hands.
I think I still have you.
But the rest of me dries away.

I want to be with you.
I must be.
You are me.
I am you.
I grow weary.
I turn from your view.
We are the same, and yet we are two…

As I cry in deep sorrow for us the sun begins to set.
I realize the truth.

This is the only mercy for those in the world of reflections...
And so I die again.