where is everyone?

are they hiding?

or are they really gone?

deserted.

maybe they were never here.

just you and this broken reality of solitude.

there they are.

no.

only your shadow.

casting tricks on your mind.

projecting this way.

then that way.

forking like the serpent’s tongue.

convincing you to steal the forbidden fruit.

but you don’t like sweet things.

no.

you’d rather be the last man left.

or the first to begin with.

but.

if you can’t recognise yourself.

who’s left to trust?