I dream of you but I thought I already said my goodbyes, I’m forgetting your voice but still remember your eyes. Am I in your dream, or are you in mine? We only meet in some nonexistent space, in some nonexistent time. I’m not sure who’s imagining the other, and I’m wondering if one of us will disappear. When are experiences fake and when are they real? I’m awake while dreaming, I’m dead while alive.