Nostalgia for my future.

I think I’ve been here before. I get the strangest feeling when I look up at the sky at night. It fills my lungs and I am suddenly gasping for breath. It is a nostalgia for the future. That is the best way to explain it, the only way to explain it. I am dizzy with familiarity about moments I haven’t experienced yet. The night elicits that. It is almost as if I’ve experienced everything before. 

I think I have a memory of the future. As strange as that may sound. Maybe I have totally lost it. Maybe I’ve finally gone completely mad. I can smell the future, trace the outline of the years ahead like a map of the constellations. I know feelings that I haven’t yet felt. I know what I’m waiting for. 

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