Old Soul Memory
Fragments from my former self.
Have you ever felt...
that you been to a place you're setting foot in for the first time?
Or dreamed of someone who never existed,
but you miss them more than anyone else?
Sometimes I feel this world is too small
to contain what I remember.
And I know I'm not alone.
Some nights are too long,
where dreams become more real than daylight,
and I wake up with a heart
that doesn't know why it feels so melancholy.
They say it's just brain illusions.
But my heart always knows —
it comes from something older than this body.
Maybe...
those are fragments from my former self.
The me who once fell in love,
once failed, once left something unfinished.
Sometimes,
we don't remember the story of our past lives.
But the body remembers.
The soul remembers.
The spirit keeps everything —
in feelings that come without reason,
in eyes that well up without knowing why.
Dreams, déjà vu, nameless longing —
all of that might not be disturbances.
Maybe they are little letters from our own spirit.
Saying softly:
I'm still here. And I'm still searching.Saying softly:
