Through My Eyes

I used to think (and still sometimes do) that someone apart from my own situation (not God), whether somewhere in my city or beyond, might be able, if only for a moment, to see through my eyes or hear my thoughts. Even now, as I stare at the throne in my room (what, you don't have one?), I become convinced that someone, somewhere is seeing the very same thing through my eyes.

Just a thought I haven't thought of for awhile.