I thought that I was no longer prone to hallucination.
Because you grow out of it. You stop seeing things.
And feeling things that are too intense to be real can't be.
Real or otherwise. They can't be.
Simply I thought I had put away childish things.
Her mom asked if we had eloped.
What are you? Teenagers?
I didn't think I could be, but yeah, ma'am. I guess so.
I was chasing the wrong dragon.
She is a pharmaceutical woman.
She is a time machine.
She takes me with her.