I feel as though I lived multiple lives
Existed through multiple timelines
Experienced super phenomenal things
But I do not believe in reincarnation if we are to have a soul.

I've been a woman, with many grandchildren and kids, happily stowed away in the rural painting away from the city. Swinging over the edge of a hill colored yellow, because of the sea of sunflowers beneath me, on a wooden swing my husband made for me.
This was a good life.

I've been the boy who was traumatized, isolated, neglected, driven under...

I've been the suburban girl who had a seemingly steady life, as a common crate, but with enough resources to stably get to where it needs to be because it's protected and considered more valuable.

I've been a sky knight, gifted his wings through tedious training, with the goal of protecting the lives of the civilians that pledged underneath the Oath of The Highest Power.

I've seen many things...
But sometimes I have deja vu

And I'm starting to think that deja vu is connected to these lives, BUT also connected to the theory that someone keeps changing the future, by changing the past.

Grounded
To the floor beneath me
I still within my flesh and call out to the holy star
Drenched in the energy of the night, restrained within the vacancy
Absent in will, I shudder underneath the fear collected
possessive, aggressive, obsessive
Relentless, claustrophobia triggered by the closing walls
within me

blurring my vision, i feel heavy, as if there is something on me
\i\\cannot feel my legs, my eyes stuck open
forced by the grips of hell and then...

...i saw it...

Welcoming me with it's discomforting grin,
"let me in"
It would utter
a monster it is
And yet I cannot move
Singing to me, it retells my life, piece by piece, bit by bit
Every single moment I've ever encountered

The tears I wept eased into the hue of my blood

I could finally speak...but the sound that left my mouth was not my own

"I like my new home; I feel grounded"

Every October, on her birthday, she visits the next friend she'll keep forever, 3 o'clock, in the morning, she'll greet you.





A little girl dressed all in black
Got called a little shadow,
The kids around thought she'd attack
when they turned the lights hollow
She'd walk away, her face unphased
Her little soul would laugh
She let them know that she would go,
she'll make them all friends fast
Far far away, less noise out there
her home was set to be
She went back there, to tell one friend
as pale as the snow gleams,

Let's make them friends, so we can dance
recharge the father's glee
Give him their soul, give us a friend, every single Halloween