Rabbit Droppings

Nothing matters because my friend died.

But if it did, I would tell you that I feel like nothing.

I feel like I lost something very important and I will never get it back.

I dreamt last night I was invisible, and I followed it around, and I tried to destroy it, but even in my dreams, I could only affect it as a dream.  I couldn’t fathom being real.  

But, that is wrong, for I am real, but it is not.  But none the less it destroys me.  And I wish I’d never known it.