coexist

i exist. the only thing i know. but wait, you exist. we exist! do we coexist, can we? can i coerce you to coexist with me? if only the world would recognize these small facts of purity and wonder. isn't there any significance to all this? i think the fact that we are existent is quite a signifier indeed. i'm not sure what it signifies but it makes me sign to the world a slight smile that makes people then wonder, 'why what on earth does she always Have to smile about?' i Have just as much as the man on the television screen, the woman through the glass window and the child in the stroller- i have life. sounds so corny but wait until a car flies in front of your face and then realize how close you came to losing all that you have, life, and then appreciate it. who knows, your appreciation might last longer than a fly's life, hopefully. in the ideal world in my mind, people will not have to wait until these near death experiences, people will not have to wait until they face death in their own lives to finally appreciate the life in their own lives. i sound too preachy. i scoff when i'm too peachy. just like the rest of the skeptics and cynics. but deep inside, beyond the layers of hurt, and fear, and anger, and sadness, and misunderstanding, and discomfort, and disappointment that inevitably accompanies the experience of life, i see our beautiful world in its purest form- the form that seems so long gone and unattainable.
"what is that feelig when you're driving away from people and they recede on a plane till you see their specks dispearsing?
it's the two huge worlds vaulting us and it's goodbye,
but we lean forward to the next crazy adventure beneath the skies"

do we exist? do you exist? you seem unreal. do i even exist? sure, why not.