There are moments that I know that I’m awake, but the feeling surrounding me reminds me of a dream. Ones that I barely remember the context, but are sewn into my memory.
I know I’m not in a dream
But I know when someone’s dreaming of me
I know I’ll have to keep on living when they wake up, but in this moment, I’m just happy to exist in this ethereal fog blurring the lines between our realities…