— Were you here?

— When?

— Just now. Did you visit me in a dream?

There is a reason I’m asking…

A couple of months ago I dreamt about an earthquake and there were two; one where I live, and one where I belong to.

The ground seems to get me, though I didn’t ask the Earth to be compassionate.

Or maybe this is just me being loyal to mother Earth

letting her know my foundations are crumbling.

—You’re not alone—I whisper every morning I feel sick.

God knows where my whisper goes,

Is it for myself, to nature, for my inner child, to the woman I will be?

Then I dreamt about a tsunami and there was a flood in my apartment.

I confessed it was my fault because I dreamt of it

and there was another flood; this time in the house,

their house, our house, no one’s house, everyone’s house.

And so I gave up sleeping on my bed to avoid dreaming.

Started staying on the couch and I hadn’t dreamt until today.

So, were you here? Was it a prophecy?

Am I allowed to trust time or fate, trust the process, or the future?

Was it all true?