Strange.

I had a dream last night. You again. You were there, but elusive again. I never saw your face clearly, but I feel like I know you.

Strange how I know you.

We were dancing. Spinning and whirling, like two bright pinwheels caught in a whirlwind of colour. But we danced through the colour, both followed and led. We spun and we twirled. For days, it seemed, and with every passing day, we grew tighter and tighter. Our ambitions worn loud and clear, as ribbons twisting around us.

Strange how I know you.

Months pass, and we're still dancing. Not tired, but invigorated, even. The colours seems to energize us, like the sun fuels a flower. And just as a flower unfolds, so did the petals of time. Because dreams can only last for so long. Slowly, we eased down. Slowly, the whirlwind died down. Slowly, we stopped. You look at me, and yet, I still cannot see your face. Not a word is spoken, but I know what you're saying. And of course I forgive you. So we hold on tight as dreams fade to dust. As painstakingly carved music slowly melts away. And in a instant that lasts forever, it's gone.

Strange how I know you.