The silence sounds like you whispered goodbye

Isn’t it funny the things you start to miss when you sit quietly for to long,
The faces you start sketch
The tears you start to taste

I was told stories of forevers growing up
I only ever find myself saying goodbye.

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Deja vue

Im suffering from deja vue
My dream life is slipping into my realities
the real world is blurring into make believe.
Im floating on clouds when I walk on pavements 
Im chocking on smoke at midnight

the rivers in my eyes are reflecting 
the worlds that live behind my eyes

I can't trust my existence