I've always wondered, what life really was, just a painting brought to life? Maybe we are pawns in a greater being's doll house? Well, doll world might be more accurate, but it's possible. Hey, maybe one little person in this big world is moving all of us just by their thoughts, just shamelessly injuring, killing, and tearing people's lives apart; but yet giving a select few everything they've desired.
Honestly, all I can hope right now is that I'm not a pawn in somebody's pastime, or just a little, boring speck in someone's game. I hope that I'm not being controlled by some higher-ups in the universe.
But, you know what?
I just might not be.