|Memories - Bali, Indonesia|
Monday, April 14, 2014
A world, before I was born. A place I have only seen pictures of. I know you, but we have never met. I am with you, but I don't know your name. I know I am dreaming but it feels like more than that. It feels like a memory. How can that be?
The questions I ask, she doesn't. The things I wonder about, she won't. But how can that be?