familiar
"You call it new… it feels the same."
It looks different at first.
New situation.
New setting.
New beginning.
Nothing connects it to before.
But something feels the same.
Not clearly.
Just quietly.
The way it starts.
The way it moves.
The way it feels inside.
You notice it…
but don’t stay with it.
Because everything outside looks new.
So you go with it.
And slowly,
that feeling becomes clearer.
Not new.
Recognizable.
Like something
you’ve already lived
in a different form.
