Pockets

A shirt typically has 2 pockets.

Sometimes, people put their paws in them to warm them.

Others could use them to be cool. Mostly in hoodies.

But what are in those pockets? What is a piece of dust's perspective in there?

What is it like? What are in those pockets?

Of course, you'd say "Ho ho ho! I can feel what is in my pockets. I know what is in them!"

You could say there was nothing in them,

Or maybe a note from your crush.

Possibly some rough sketches you made in your math class.

But maybe, there is something magical in them.

Something you haven't felt.

Magic is rare.

But, what exactly is magic?

Nobody knows.

Some people would say it is something that is done that is impossible in logic.

But people know magic isn't real.

Or is it?

Yes, it usually is.

But as I said, nobody actually knows what magic is.

Maybe, there is no magic in pockets.

Maybe they are just- pockets.

Actually, no, there could be something in those pockets.

Just not magic.

There could be an entire world in there, with gigantic creatures never seen before!

Or a vast ocean, filled with cups of clocks and doors that had no knocks.

Could there also be a planet filled with fire and lamps?

I suppose there could also be a place with forks as townsfolk. Or townsfork.

An entire wasteland, filled with big, black dragons that give out pails of water for the weak wolves to drink?

Who knows.

Whoever created pockets must've had lots of power.

But who created pockets?

You could look that up, but who needs to look that up when you're in the middle of reading this?

In fact, why are you reading this?

Who created reading?

Nobody knows.

You could also look that up, on who created reading.

But that would be a waste of your time.

But when time is wasted, where does it go?

Maybe it goes into your pockets.

But if your paws are going into the pockets, can you get the time?

Why can't we get the time?

Beats me.

The question is, where are all of these fragments?

The worlds?

The time?

Where are they?

In fact, where are you?

You could be in a pocket right now.

There could be a hand present somewhere, but you can't see it.

Maybe nobody can see you.

Maybe people are talking to objects.

But why would they talk to objects?

Are objects alive?

Are you alive?

What is anything?

Maybe they are just hallucinations.

Maybe they are nothing.

Maybe you exist to see.

But, why do we see with our eyes?

Such strange objects of the living body.

Eyes.

Maybe there are eyes in your pockets.

Maybe everything has eyes.

Eyes are strange.

You may now be asking, why am I switching the topic so much?

Because we have a high chance we are in pockets.

Pockets are exquisite.

Pockets are unique.

But, what are they?