Dream-Like Ink Dyed Bells Ringing

Mo, the bell is ringing again, where are you? I stood on the street corner, but you were nowhere to be seen, and I thought of your story about blackness. Mo, I got on that bus, but I was alone. Did I miss the last bus, or did you finally let me stop. I ran towards you with your smile, but forgot the way back. Is it a dream? If I were, I would never wake up again. Is it a dream? If not, I seem to have fallen asleep.