Between the sheets of the fissures in my brain, we meet. I am with you in only those moments whilst time runs against us and distance keeps us apart.

At these times we spill secrets and whisper promises that only keep in this world. When the reality awakens us we forget them too fast.

We live out scenarios of twisted certainties and confusing outcomes. Where people change and environments are prone to strange alterations.

Here we spend hours on end together, yet you have no such knowledge of this time. You don't recall our conversations, nor our touches or our experiences.

We've lived out a life that doesn't exist in the reality of time, but when my head clouds it's as real as the fact that I breathe.