Past-Life

I played my hand too soon.

Tried living what I thought I knew would be so before I knew anything other than what I felt when looking at the moon.

So temporary, so fleeting. Moments of closure and comfort in between internal screaming.

What was it if not real? Now how will I ever be able to decipher the feels from what's real and concrete? My feet move forward with uncertainty and distrust.

Lust is a must that creates more confusion and distortion in between the sheets

It's akin to a past-life, a past identity that took with it pieces and brought with it energy I was not yet prepared for but that which I am torn for

Can't walk away from nor do I want to. I've already walked through the door and threw away the lock and key

Have to find another one now that still enables me to be me