Sparky-Sumi

Scattered papers, Inkless pens, And a mouldy sandwich, All lay on my desk, Uselessly used space, A few dozen fully used USBs And a broken printer, All at my desktop, But where am I? You wonder, Ah, but there I am, Up there, In your head, That is my room, That is my life, That is my identity, You are who I am, What I do, And how I do it, Still don’t understand? I am a figment of your imagination, as you are a figment of mine…