I find myself in daydreams of us.

Sometimes I lose myself in the deep pools of your memories.

Places that remind us of fairytales.

Sometimes you don't even realize you have them until you're in a reaction from one.

I think about the times when I’d look in your eyes and I’d see the depths of the universe. Galaxies that have never been discovered, at least not in the innocence of a friendship.

The ghost of you still haunts me.

I think of so many of you. The souls of long lost family, friends, and lovers.

Have any of you ever experienced this before?

I think about your energy.

I think about the seasons as they change and old daydreams of a life gone and past.

I think about your past places.

I ask, but this time I know you do. You’ve made it clear.

In the spectrum of emotions, this is one emotion that I don't feel often.. or rather I don't let myself feel.

I read this the other day and the timing, with some ghosts from my past popping up, couldn’t be more perfect or more appreciated...

But the path forward isn't always clear, is it?

Sometimes you weigh heavy on my mind.

A pull towards...

As a follow up from my 2019 reflection, I give you my 2020 word.

I think about lost dreams. Our lost dreams.

I think about our stories.