illusion.

it barely takes anything and i feel it all come rushing back. like the taste of a listerine pocketpak, hauntingly strong yet, somehow refreshing. just to know its still there. the lingering illusion of what once and what will never be. there is a single memory frozen. attached to the present that has triggered this moment. it's all there. i feel my body filling with air i can't release. crushing me. and all i can do is sit and reflect. close my eyes and envision what never was. replay the scenarios that have started to fade. just to keep them. just to hold on a little longer. just to imagine there is a reason to keep believing.

whoever said daydreams were foolish never saw this. never felt this. drifting off to sleep and feeling it again... no longer alone.