Once upon a time,
I met a soul. Someone who spoke my language. I was thrilled, walking on clouds. We were inseparable. Connected, by an invisible string.
Days flew by. We held hands, we built a dream. We spoke beyond words, in silence.
But after every calm, comes the storm.
We drifted apart.
Once upon a time,
a lifetime later, he told me I've become a good writer. I used to write, nonstop. He used to read, since he was the subject of my desire.
Once upon a time,
I was awaken from a series of nightmares. I looked around, feeling out of place. Then the signs came along, and everything felt so familliar.
Have I been here before? Was this all the dream?
I looked up and realised;
It's been nothing but a Deja Vu all along.
so here I am, again,
gone ;
but not fogotten.
