I’ve lived many lives. You, me, and them were never real. I think we’ve created ourselves from the books we read, the words we write, the songs we play, and the drugs we took.
All of this is a manifestation of what was once already lived. This is a dream. You are sleeping right now. We’re taught to believe that everything has meaning. But truthfully, this is your mind conceiving what you already knew. You’ve done this before thats why its familiar to you.
You remember the conversation you never had. You remember that record you’ve never heard of. You remember the savory lips of the stranger you’ve never met.
