A Nostalgic Memory

Where am I?
Where are we?
It feels like I've been here,
and you have too.
Insides our eyes,
things that we see,
A reality of our fears,
escaping from a truth.
Yet it feels so old,
like a memory within my soul.
Have we been here before,
have we passed through the same door?
Am I awake,
am I sleeping?
I can't find answers,
but I know I'm breathing.
I remember this feeing,
once dwelling in a dream.
Smiling while I was bleeding,
captured by the timeless beams.
It's nostalgic; this place,
this emptiness and abyss.
yet by some unknown grace,
I can still feel a bliss. 
I remember it; and you remember too,
like the heart of Decembers truth.
It's a memory that we've lived,
sometimes despair;
yet sometimes a gift.