A cold coffee cup on the table

A cold coffee cup on the table
And a dream right under it
What if the world really is parallel
Would that mean the coffee is hot
And a dream is a reality hiding behind a curtain
I might be here and would not even know
That your walking right beside me
Isn't that a funny and a lonely life
Your holding out your hand in the thin, thin air
Pretending that on the other side someone is holding it.
The choices we make can haunt us for ever
The innocence gets lost in a web of lies.
Someone is scared but someone brave enough to pretend to be scared
I'm just wondering how would it feel
To dissolve into atoms to be one with the universe
Energy is all around us but who am I to take that chance.
Funny how loneliness and feeling of guilt
Can push you to your limits and beyond.
A friend once said I slept with a random stranger
Because I was scared I would never get another chance.
I wonder in that day did she lose a part of her soul?
She never looked more confused than now.
But I can not help her at-least that's what I told myself.
It's not my place to judge, yet why do I feel so empty?
And this feeling inside of me again
Like my body is not my own
I'm just looking from above not feeling a connection
Can this really be an influence from above
Or two souls are fighting to stay in this shell?
But what ever is the reason
I quite don't care
I just feel I'm in a big mess
Where joy, confusion and loneliness has become one unique part
Of me or at-least whats left in this parallel world.