Being re-lived? Day by day it used to be, more. And more.
Moments where I would be sitting somewhere, saying something to someone and there, in that moment is the over whelming, all consuming feeling of deja-vu. It hits me and washes over me like a giant tidal wave of nostalgia. It's like I've dreamt about this exact moment, place, scenario, a long long time ago, when I was younger... And now I am living this distant dream?
To know what, is to know who? How and when. It doesn't matter so much anymore because even thought my feet are roots that sit in the Earth, my mind is floating high above the clouds. Sometimes I look up, and sometimes I