it feels like slipping into the past
time-traveling in my living room
Advert my eyes from what is
and float back into that feeling
where optimism & hope live
The silence is beautiful, I miss it
every time I find it & I remember
the feeling of being alone & happy
Submerged in a pool of reminiscing
thoughts tend bubble to the surface
memories of self bursting in the air
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