Deja vú
Deja vú
It feels kind of fuzzy, waking up mid air in the sky.
It seems kind of crazy but not sure if it's a dream or an illusion.
Must be a dream, no maybe an illusion of mine.
Not sure what it is.
All I know is that the sky looks so beautiful from here, the sun shining onto me felt like a warm hug from above.
Deja vú
I think I've fallen through this world once, maybe twice.
I hear the sound of the ocean, the waves clash, the seagulls singing.
The sun setting and me falling into a different world.
Kinda crazy how all of this is just my own reality.
My eyes are shut tight since I'm afraid of heights.
Yet I can imagine this, I can see the city under the water on a dark night with lights shining through.
Even light shines in the darkest parts of the ocean.
Deja vú
I've open my eyes now; all I feel & hear is my heart pounding now.
My clothes soak but my hair dried.
It seems my illusion wasn't a dream and my dream wasn't an illusion.
But a mere reflection of me.
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