Sunday, November 09, 2008
You.
I dreamt of you yet again.
I don't know your name, neither do I know how you look like. Heck, I don't even know if you exist! But in my dream, there you were standing right next to me, breathing in the same air. I know I've met you before, somewhere in time. It's weird, i know. And somehow, i kinda get the feeling that you're out there, 'knowing' me too.
Who are you? No. I think the question should be 'Where are you?'
It would be a pity, if I carried on not meeting you in this lifetime. Wouldn't you feel that it would be such a waste of breaths and heartbeats? To have lived a life and not getting to know the person you've been dreaming about? And i'm not talking about daydreams, which are merely bullshit fantasies. I'm talking about full-blown, subconscious-fueled , interpretation-hungry d-r-e-a-m-s. The ones where you wake up from, wondering if you've left a life (albeit a more meaningful one) behind.
You had these hands that would hold onto mine so tightly, it was as if you knew you and I were in a dream and that you'd lose me again if i woke up. I held on too. We were running, through a labyrinth of corridors and alleyways. And you did not, for once, turn and look back. You kept running and I followed.
We were always running in my dreams. What were we running away from? What were we running towards?
We finally came to a place surrounded by people. Your friends, i presumed. We were suddenly not running anymore. Yet, you held on and i clung onto you for dear life. I stood there, drinking in your smell, your presence, while you mingled.
Am I going crazy? Are you only a fragment of my imagination? ('Fragment' would be an understatement at this point.)
My questions beg to be answered.
