How is it possible to dream with someone real? Why do I keep thinking about you even when I saw you just a minute ago? Is my memory trying to trick my brain into seeing if I actually can remember every aspect of your being? What can I do about my sleep having a will of its own? Do I even want to control it?
There I was again, speaking lies even if the intentions were good. I kept convincing myself that, as long as the intentions were good, I should not fear. But the thing is, sometimes, the intention and the action have absolutely nothing that ties them together.
listening while writing: Tennis – It All Feels The Same