May 18
Old memories
They almost feel like a dream
During a time where nothing felt real
Literature spoke
Yet I was asleep
Blind to see
Younger than today
But it’s as close as I were yesterday
Am I the same?
While my body felt hollow
From my head to my stomach
I feel a rehearsal
Like a film of despair
They almost feel like a dream
During a time where nothing felt real
Literature spoke
Yet I was asleep
Blind to see
Younger than today
But it’s as close as I were yesterday
Am I the same?
While my body felt hollow
From my head to my stomach
I feel a rehearsal
Like a film of despair
I had a dream, not a usual one. It was about someone I talked to a very long time ago. I used to think of them very fondly and forgot. I didn’t realise the true impact they may still have on me
