Carriers

That feeling like I've been in some place, in some time, in some particular day but everything just felt so wrong and out of bound. Just like having deja vu. I kept having this kind of dream. Me, watching sunrise, Me, hearing griefs of a girl like I'm some dead of a guy out there. But I know... Deja vu's-they never exist. It's just an imagination hidden from our deepest desires not knowing how it can damage our minds and reality.

Tsk. Who am I to believe those things? Those whispers and the grieve? And even more alarming-Me being dead. Ha! Like some of those cry-a-river movie scenes. I am just me. I am just one of them. I am never the bad nor the good.

I am one of the Carriers.