First Memory
'Double DejaVu'

through these dusty, aphotic hallways
the only form of light being faint radiant strips of moonlight
shining down from windows overhead
cautiously tiptoeing
in persuit of a mysterious being
its shape far too abstract to distinguish
as anticipated as gifts under a christmas tree on the eve.
this ananymous being for an unnamed reason
is my only concern
disregarding a building sense of doom, i continue to follow..
only to be stricken awake by static consumed fm radio and goobers in my eyes.

The morning comes, the morning fades
the afternoon opens its eyes accompanied by brilliant sunrays,
the sun sets.
Once again creeping through the same eerie hallways,
following the same black form of mystery,
old feelings of doom start to build again
just as before
yet this time it's different
i've been here
in this same corner
shaking with anxiety and curiosity.
deja vu then sinks in
just as deep as your stomach drops when your lips meet your significant other.
unfortunately the story ends again with static fm radio and goobers in my eyes.