These days I have been dreaming of places I had been happy at. Then I would wake up and have a deep yearning for finding these places, these apartments in these areas of these cities. These places, this perfect past were so real. I would stay for a moment in this state, being awake. During the course of the day I would put the fault on my memory for not remembering the exact addresses of these placed I had lived at.
But then I realised
I realise they never existed
those places never existed
those cities I have given existing names don’t exist
those streets, those buildings, these apartments I used to live only exist in the deepest corners of my soul, in the truest cries of my soul, in an abstract reality
They are dreams of dreams.
Originally published Dec 2, 2017