Yo

Who is on the other side of this light reaching my eyes? What are you seeing and why? I would never read this - nor anything like it -  if I didn't just write it, but I see there's some people out there. Maybe a passing accident. I'm not interested in, but I'd love to understand, you. It's better you're quiet, but I wish I could see you. If only you could put your hand over your mouth and be more than a number. We're too different to connect, but we are sharing something: call them my words. But, what really is occurring in this instance. You read, I assume. I've written, you assume. What's the effort worth? (Truth be told, I know: pennies I can't cash).