I see you standing there. I want to scream at you, but I know – I know you can’t hear me. I watch you turn slightly, tilting your head up like you heard something. Your head shakes. It was nothing. But yes, yes it was something. Why can’t you just see me? I am right here. I am standing directly in front of you. But I am lost somewhere in between a dream and death. You’re different. You only see what’s real, and I am left wondering why this is what I feel.