Sometimes, I am a ghost. Neither here nor there. I float past the days and watch visions appear and disappear. My skin is water, my thoughts are like smoke and sometimes I forget how to talk. When I'm awake my heart and head are heavy, sleep is like living another life. Dreams in black and white of grand buildings and unknown people whose hands are sometimes tangled with mine.

Today, I am corporeal. I can feel my hands and face. But what about tomorrow? You might ask. Well, I never worry. Never have. My dreams and reality, I don't mind if they become one.