i wonder, i wonder

sometimes, i wonder who reads my blog
do strangers, chancing upon my facebook?

i wonder what people think of me
do people think of me?
am i significant? like, do people wonder and think ever, about me
im not trying to flatter myself, because i cant imagine that many do really
im just one in a few billion

im very tired
but i sometimes like that
because your brain goes a little fuzzy
and everything seems a little softer at the edges
sometimes, when im tired,
i want people to talk with me,
to make me smile, a little smile

life can be strange and unexpected