online

I stay logged in on Facebook.

My mother is online.

We talk over the camera.

She asks me,

"Have you been drinking a lot lately?"

I say no.

"Only two beers over the weekend."

She doesn't say anything.

"Two beers per day, with the weekend starting on Thursday."

She makes a sound.

I don't really get what she means by it.

I know it is her.

She may not be my very own mother.

All the odds, say she is not.

The things she may have done to me, 

May count a lot more than what she hasn't.

How can I balance?

Tis life as is, it's all I ever known.

My whole life I spent, thinking I was just on my own,

Living in this world,

And that amongst the likely 7 billion people on earth,

I was nothing more than mere dust for the universe.

Except one day I woke up,

To realize that the chances I had made,

And the thoughts I had thought,

Seemed to have long been broadcast

To sooooo many people,

That for 2 months as I travelled in between three continents,

I was able to talk to people.

By the brands they were,

The many times they blinked their eyes,

The way they gestured and communicated with me.

"people."

I call it people, because they all look like humans.

What resides within, is far beyond what I can understand.