When Insanity Seems Sane

I saw a vivid image when I walked into that room, a room where I met some other young persons like me for the very first time. I knew I was there before. I knew I have experienced this before, but where and when? I didn’t know. It was vivid yet so vague.
I rode my bike across the street. I parked and locked it up, then I walked to my campus. I saw people, flowers and trees. I inhaled deeply and started walking, toyed with an idea whether or not it was real. Am I real? Are those things real? Or is it only in my mind?

I saw a man’s photograph. In a sudden I knew I would get close to him, I didn’t know why, it’s just the way it was. We got closer and closer until one day it was time to say goodbye. It was amazing to be with him, just like a dream. Or it might be only a dream. I don’t know.

I asked my consciousness and sought an answer why we had to say goodbye. But how could we say goodbye when we never say hi? He was mine, I was his, we were bounded yet we were boundless. There was love between us, yet there was nothing between us.