Monophobia

we're just the people in the photographs
strangers with no cause
just like pencil on paper
eventually fading away
nothing is left after we're gone
just our ghosts trapped within the layers of the universe
relevant to the stars in the sky
stuck somewhere they may not want to be
and we're all just the falling stars
trying to break away from what we were, but crashing and burning
when we come to know ourselves
the faces you see on the tv, magazines, and in movies are irrelevant.
the people you see in real life are irrelevant.
the truth is, we are all just strangers.
to the universe.
to each other.
we don't know anyone.
we are all just the people in the photographs, strangers with no cause.