How is it
To drift so easily
Into another world
A world that exists but doesn’t

How is it
To imagine the unknown
And the known
In ways unimaginable

How is it
To fall through
The cracks
The vessels of our being
Into
A different type of consciousness

How is it
To become another
But to become ourselves
In different times
In different realities

How is it 
To know one another
But not know each other
To know someone in a different form
To know someone that isn’t real
Or to know one in a form of a past story

How is it
To be yourself
But to never truly be
And to be many different bodies
People
And existences

How is it
To fall into another world
Into another universe
Do everything
But yet do nothing

How is it
To be in a place of familiarity
But yet in…