Déja Vu.

I woke up here.

Here is somewhere else

I’ve been before.

The light is golden

The morning soft and vibrant.

I feel normal today,

And normal is bliss.

I am in my home,

Or it is within me.

Sometimes

I wake in that golden home

The best of what used to be.

Staining me in the mornings.

Deep beyond my flesh.

Daylight will evaporate it over the hours.

But I will sleep,

And rise again,

To the rose-tinted deja vu of memory.

A slight smile pulling at my lips.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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