What if reality is many iterations of self
Planes of existence traveled by dreaming
"Please let this not be a #dream"
what happens when iterations collide?
Could it be?
what could have been finally happens
one true love everlasting, one torn bitter lover
where do we go from here?
Head is all messed up, it can't be.
reality is what is now.
"All you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be"
Drifting away
dreaming of what
could've been
If only.
If only I hadn't 'dumped' you.
Its how my friends treated me.
If only I hadn't shared a secret.
"we just called to say we're dumping you"
I was so scared no one would like me
and then no one did.
Fear turns itself into reality.
Fear lives only within.
But now you're married, and I so too.
You have your own iterations of self.
What if only do you dream of?
Do you ever dream of me?
