Countless Dreams

I have deamt about countless people.

Of course, none of them ever came true.
I guess I believe a lot in people,
I expect a lot from them. I guess I am too
deluded with dreams that I barely recognize
the reality itself. Most days my mind is
occupied with my own thoughts of nothingness.
Rest of the days, I just dream about you.
Amongst the countless people I’ve met, I have
drawn a mental picture of you in my head
as if you were an illusion. I wonder if you
are for real. I wonder if my mind is playing tricks
on me. I have all these interesting details about
you as if you were my favorite fictional character.
On the days I spend dreaming about you, you’re
like a box of old film cassets that are on the loop.
And I keep rewinding them just to watch you. The
film goes on and on even when I’m asleep and I
stay aloof held tight on my seat stargazing you.
I have dreamt about countless people. But none
have I felt like you. Your presence, mystical,
magical, your existance surreal, so true. The
thousand times I pinch myself, I feel nothing but
you. Even in my box of nothingness, your redolent
fragnance, your sweet scent keeps pulling me
towards you. But you madam, will you be the
cherished desire, the mental images that will
forever remain true?
Because, I have dreamt about countless people.
And of course, none of them ever came true.
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