Just for a moment
I was a time traveler 
Nicotine, coffee beans
Trudging through the Ardennes 
Running down some cobblestone road
I still don’t know where it goes
Just for a moment
I was a woman
A slightly distorted version of myself 
Strong cheekbones petite nose
What are those?
Just for a moment 
Seventy-three years ago
A machine gun in my hand
Making my last stand
Just for a moment
I was truly myself  
Something I’ve never felt
My soul is crying out

cassian

Old soul

Jun 6, 2026

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Jmendezsal100

Hutch71988

I personally believe we have all lived many lives, although we cannot remember. Something as simple as the fragrant smell of a honeysuckle can transport you to a place in time that you never even knew existed in you. Similar to nostalgia in a way, but from another life/world/dimension.