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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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