what if everything around us was just, air.

what if,

God was so powerful.
That actually He only made one of us.
Like you (the reader) or I (the writer)... am actually the only person in this world world?
and that everything, everyone around us... is just... made up, imaginary (to a point of become reality)

that, the people we meet and talk to are all actually just like.. air?
that the whole purpose of this one human universe is so that we could.. develop our existence,
in this world of one person, we cannot redefine our purpose of existing,

but it is still our job to.. make the choices, that will help us fulfill why we are actually here.

well ofcause, i believe very much that my friends beside me are actually humans and not just a figment of my imagination.

i could never imagine being the only person on earth, that would we very... lonely.