Two mornings ago, I dreamt of you again. Vulnerable and stripped; and it almost seemed like we were younger and more reckless again as you came in being your old self. Except that in there, just like reality, my hair was at its longest and I think it was my present self with the past you that tried to merge into one again. I was just literally dreaming of an impossible future with two different timed beings. Inside, I held on to you tightly even in shame and my face burned up as I woke up. When will visual images that stack up to a crumbling future last? How long will it be before you completely vanish from my dream state?