The Cobweb

I am alone - Really? Alone?
Perhaps a phantom shares in this pizza of thoughts with me.
I am alone. Alone with my thoughts. They hang from the ceiling boards of my mind like question marks spined by the spiders of curiosity crawling all over my wandering mind with myriad of questions,
Who do I ask?
Man?
The nature of these hanging question marks are like the twinkling shinny stars, they seem close until you stretch your mind to touch...