The Perfect Thing

It was just another day.
Walking through the chaos of...vendors...cars...buses....felt as normal as it did everyday.
Though somehow, nothing felt real...nothing seemed to exist.
You were there...following me everywhere I went. you blew the little raindrops on my face, beckoning me to come with you...follow you back to where we came from.
I would have....only if I could.
You had trapped me....numbed my senses.
Although you were nothing but a shadow. A very distant dream, that made me shudder.
I get tired of illusions...tired of missing you.
That's when I try looking for you in a crowd of unknown faces.