i had a dream last night. it doesn't matter though. you're like a ghost that's haunting these streets, but you're always a few steps ahead of me. and i know you're there, but i can't reach you. it's maybe more like i'm haunting you, but you can't sense my footsteps behind you. maybe our lines are no longer crossed, we're just stretched out to oblivion in two thin straight lines that never intersect again. maybe that means i'll always be looking at you from the other side of the street.