There's something about the air that's different today.
It's like the rain is pouring but the skies are dry.
Like my heart is beating but my life is dead.
I can't put my finger on it, but it's like feeling something beneath your feet and yet not standing on solid ground.
Maybe I'm floating in the vastness of space but I'm right inside of my blanket.
Every night I cry but tonight, I haven't shed a tear.
I wonder why today was so different from other days when nothing really changed.
This is all too familiar and I'm confused by the way everything feels.
I don't understand how life itself seems to give me deja vu when I'm always living a different day.
I can't seem to understand it but it's all too familiar.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
