Reverse

I thought the dream would answer my questions, but instead, it only deepened the fog. His face, his voice, his touch—none of it was real enough to grasp. I only caught glimpses, faint outlines drifting further away with every step.

I followed the light I couldn't see, hoping it would lead me to something solid, something that I could touch. But like the warmth inside the lampshade, it only pulled me deeper into the dark. Perhaps some lights only lead us back into the depths of ourselves.