Who are you?
I can imagine you but you don’t know how I imagined you.
I’d like to go to the forest with you. Show you the creatures I see in the trees and under the moss. Find a soft spot where we could lie together and dream the surrounding to be exactly what it is.
I’d like to hold hands so long that they would grow to each other. And after that go to the hospital to get rid off your hand in mine so we could do it all over again.
I’d like to do it again.
I’d like to tell you the stories of the things, which I don’t know.
I’d like to find a phone number to the violet phone in your dreams and call you while you are still awake. To the phone I’d like to talk with language only we understand in our dreams while we are not there.
I’d like to meet you.
I’d like to get dementia and forget who you are so I can get to know you again.