Experiences fade into memories,
fade into thoughts,
fade into dreams,
fade into forgotten alleys,
A maze of myths that might have once happened,
But one could not be certain.
For, did your smile once bring me to life?
Or am I imagining a time,
Dreaming of a life that I imagined?
What is reality but a confluence of events
That we can never really touch once more,
Thoughts and actions out of reach,
Out of touch,
The past unable to be confirmed
And the future more unsteady.
Our reality is out of reach.