They met in the deepest darkest abyss that is subconscious. She wanders over hazy-eyed, déjà vu becomes her only nature. She wants to speak – there are no words. Only a knowing smile that says: thank you for being awake.
Contempt and woe
How many ‘likes’?
Knock the living day lights out of
Back to the sanctity of dreamworld she goes, there the purest of light meets them in the dark depths of their psyche. Real always knew real, even when fake was around.