Met you in a dream, I know I’ve seen you somewhere before. Probably when I was lost in my head. So, I guess it’s ironic to meet you back there. Never got a chance to introduce myself. Stuck in a corner waiting for your gaze to meet mine. I think it did. But the “think” is the problem. I don’t know what it is but I’m pretty sure your more beautiful in reality than in imagination. Strange. Some things are just beyond fantasies. Who would of thought. I think that’s why you linger. I wish I wasn’t so pathetic that my first chance to introduce myself was in a dream. Yet, here we are. When locked in your imagination it’s weird how colours merge together to fabricate skyscrapers of fluorescent lights and how vision circles into itself to form absurd dialogues, and you’re still the only thing that catches my gaze. You held my time and it slipped through your fingers. People would say it’s sad to find love in a dream. But I’d say to those people they’ve never met you. Maybe one day I actually will…..