i never knew the story of Finnegan Begin Again but this is pretty fitting.

The taste of something sweet, not yet a cake... the scent of rain but the sky is still clear...

You are living through the remnants of what is to become.

Like having an omelet before the eggs are done...

Or like a day that comes before the rise of the sun.

A melody humming in your head, no song yet born, or the brushstroke before the masterpiece... a promise whispered in the wind.

Deja Vu just a glimpse of the truth.

A flicker of a forgotten dream when you’re first waking. A finished puzzle before the edges are complete and

i,

over here contemplating if time has all already happened...

or perhaps, it's just beginning again for you.