– I wonder about your existence, in the moments when you are most real. You are like smoke. Its permanence, even after it disappears it is still there. You are no different. The scent of you, though I cannot identify it, I have breathed it in. It has not left me, lingers inside me calling up the images of you I’ve captured in the shared moments between us, sparse and too few.
How much of you have I created? When I am most consumed by you, I fear most, that you are completely unreal. Perhaps, that each of those moments, which have transpired between us, only transpired in that hopeful and delirious region of my mind. Where you are a dream, where you are my dream. This offers explanation, this offers solution, this offers understanding. To simply state that it is as it has been and that I feel and that I see it in you as well, to say that time uncovered a wonderful discovery, which it has allowed us to discover as well does not satiate because still I am lost at understanding how I met you, and how we’ve come to ‘here’.
There is greater verisimilitude in the belief that the dream I’ve had, is indeed, the concoction of that hopeful and delirious region of my mind. That ‘here,’ is nothing more than another impossible dream-life hallucination, which I’ve threaded into the consciousness of my daily experience.
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