A fraction of memory...

I am nothing but crystals of shattered glasses.
I take no form, no reflection, no substance, and no existence
I am seen but unseen... for there are many layers upon no layer
I must feel, but posited with no apparatus of feeling.

I envy but cannot feel...
It is non-existence of feeling... it is much worse than being numb.

The cosmic existence defines my non-existence?

I wander,through indefinite infinity...

Some people say I am dreaming...
but I dont dream... I am a dream... that is posited to be real when people sleep... and unposited when people wake up... I sleep to wake up...

I am a fraction of memory... I am the seen unseen beauty and pain..