Cheers to The Familiar:
The first break is like a deja vu
or perhaps it’s a distant memory of birth,
being pushed from the one you love, the one who feeds your soul.
out into a world you no longer understand.
foreign are the moments I now spend alone.
Sleeping, Eating, Reading - all out of body experiences
But worst of all - the Nights.
Like some ancient language, I lay dead and forgotten.
I want to snuggle back into my favorite womb.
I want my daily deja vu to stop
I want to cheers my daily familiar as I seep back into it.