You are the unfathomable dream - the one that inspires me to survive the day so to face the night with all my might, the one that leaves me in a daze for a day or two wondering how it happened in reality of dreams, the only dream I could remember for eternity.
You are the unreachable past - the long hidden history that I never knew I had, the little scar of the future that would always remind me who was I before this self I claimed to be, the past that I always look at through the rose-tinted glasses.
You are the poem I dreamed of writing - too beautiful to be kept in the confines of a paper but too honest to be published, too tender to be told but too compelling to be ignored.
