dreaming...
i was dreaming...
perhaps it may have been.
but a long forgotten memory...
a dream...
a memory...of distant past.

those words i was unable to convey...that day...that time...those thoughts i was unable to carry out...

meeting with the person who would change me...and watching myself change...

things remembered when one is asleep.
things forgotten when one is awake.
where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's dreams.

which are reality?
which are illusions?
one cannot tell until one awakes...

or perhaps they are at the same time,both truth and fiction...

a vast nebulous,with no boundaries...an emptiness equivalent to my own existence.

i dreamt such a dream,a long never ending dream...
it was a time when we had met up with one another...
a time when nothing mattered between us...
it was better that way,just two people,together...
it was better to have left it that way...
she'd probably just give me her usual smile...she was that kind of woman...