What if what you saw in your life was an illusion?
What if what you perceive as "you"-ness is just a reflection of what you perceive,
A projection of what you desire and fear,
An apparition in the realm of possibility,
The embodiment of those who've gone before you,
Of those who've touched you in some way - good and bad - and
You are really just a bundle of energy in flux,
A creation of cosmic incidence,
The needlepoint of karmic circumstance,
An amalgamation, a meeting point of many forces,
A flash in the pan,
A curse,
A blessing,
An instrument of a Greater force of Intent,
A proof in the chaos theorem?
What if you were all and nothing and everything in between,
At every given moment of the day?
I think you are.
And Blair, you know what I think you are.

Thanks, hun. This one's for you, miss moco-lady