
Inside a dream, I felt the world collapsing around me—
almost as if it was never there in the first place.
I tossed and turned, fighting my way through the darkened sea,
as it surrounded me, closing in on my personal space.
The emptiness I felt—the loneliness—was all I could see,
though I saw more than just a collapsing dream.
I saw many, many memories swirling around in my thoughts—
thoughts I imagined were already long since dead,
and ones that I realize have not happened yet—
memories and thoughts of all potential realities:
different endings, and many more beginnings,
all colliding to form a sort of singularity.