My bedtime stories are a
cinematic experience in itself.
The closed eye visuals are just the timelapse,
Of discordant series of images.
Yet, something still feels familiar.
Perhaps, the order those looping images.
My dreams look just like
The real-life incidences.
Hitting hard with the Deja Vu,
About which I absolutely have no clue.
They seem like a motion picture trying to trap me,
Although their recurrence feels new everytime.
I’ve now memorised every moment
Of the movements in those visuals.
This has become quite regular now,
Just like an inevitable ritual.
I’m still unsure about when
I’m awake or asleep.
Although my eyes seem open,
It literally feels like living the dream.