Nothing is ever what it seems. Sometimes we forget that concept. Our human senses are the only things that bridge us to this reality. Our thoughts are composed of our reactions to our senses. The wind is still invisible to us but it is there. It is intangible yet it can cause the mass destruction of a city or whisper through slightly opened windows.
If real life becomes memory,
If dreams become memory,
Then what is the difference?

I find myself drifting in and out of another world and for the first time, i’m afraid of what i’ll find.