We met once, in a dream I had – or dreamt I had. I recognized you instantly. You were all my best ideas, all my wildest, saddest fears. I stood naked before you – or I felt naked before you. And it was night but there was something that felt like sunshine on my back. And then you kissed me and we melted into sweat and hope and time.
I wouldn’t recognize you now. You wouldn’t know me. The dream is not the same. When we melted, we merged and when I woke you were no longer all my best ideas, all my wildest saddest fears. You changed. Or I did. Or we did.