Sometimes I imagine this.

Sometimes I imagine that you go into my mind, and see the things I don’t talk about. Sometimes I imagine that you could see it all, see the things I don’t talk about… I things I don’t say.

Sometimes I imagine you exploring my mind, seeing for yourself the things I can’t explain.

I don’t know why it’s you who always sees, but it is. The same way it’s always you who is in my dreams. The whole group is in my dreams, but I always remember you the most. And I honestly have no idea why.

But you always see. And it’s a huge, relief. That someone else could know everything I do. Without me having to explain it.

Because my words… they don’t do my experiences justice. Sometimes there are no words that can describe certain things, sometimes you “had to be there.” I can’t explain it right, it comes out differently than it is inside my head.

This, thing, that I imagine… it isn’t logical. Any of it. Why it’s you… why it’s a relief…

But I do. I imagine.