The rain has stopped falling.
But I haven’t.

I’m lost in a dream world that could not possibly be real.

You tell me it is.
So I believe you.

And with the wind caressing my hair,
we stand and watch the world move.

The sea smells of salt.
The city air is thick.

And we have no time limit.

People are rushing around us.
Noise fills the sky.

Chaos doesn’t feel chaotic at all.
It feels natural.

Normal.