Dream

The purpose to my life: unknown. I dream of a life that I have yet to experience. It's repeatable, but unimaginable--I take my time to grasp the place in which I stand, holding onto something almost unbelievable, and yet holds the key to everything I have ever thought of my life becoming. There's just one problem, there is a woman that I dream of that is neither there or exactly missing; she's more of a silhouette--a shadow that comes into play, but holds no real figure, although, what she has told me is that she is the one that I'm destined to be with, but she isn't exactly allowing me to look at her. She always stands at a distance. I'm in love in the future, but maybe it's just a dream.  Maybe everything we experience is a dream.