Projections

I see them

Sad eyes

Blank stares

Shallow conversation

Going through the motions

“Is this all there is?”

Cries from their empty insides

I wonder what their stories are and what brought them here, and if they will ever wake up and escape? Do they even know it’s possible?

And then

I wonder

If what I see is real?

Or are they just reflections of

My own longings?