Past Present Future

The past should stay the past sometimes. Past you was a completely different person then the way you are now. At least that’s how it feels to me. So when faced with yourself what can be done. What do you say to yourself?

“Does it get better?”

“Sometimes, Mostly yeah,”

“What do I have to do?”

“Nothing, You sorta just crack, One day you will open your closet with tears in your eyes and feel anger. That’s when you’ll know you're almost there.”

“Huh, What if I don’t make it,”

“You will,”

“Do I ever?”

“No-,”

“Oh,”

I think a part of younger me would have been disgusted with what I became. They would have told me I was selfish. They would have said I was monster. So I wouldn’t tell them anything they didn’t need to know.

Present me is someone I carry with me anyway. A voice that chatters on and on.

“That went well,”

“You think?”

“Yeah- I wanted to say I’m proud of you, we came really far“

“I agree,”

“Of course,”

The two ghosts pause in silent harmony. Pain exists but for now it is nothing more then a memory. Future can’t help but instill anxiety. It’s mere presence made ones heart race in a frenzied panic. The image of her was blurry and dark but you could sense her looming over you. She doesn’t speak a word. There is only a hum of her voice. Low and strong.

A lullaby you can’t quite comprehend yet.

You feel an overwhelming need to fall asleep. To succumb despite the ringing in your ears and the apparition before you. Curious but unable to see. She hums louder now but it quickly quiets as you close your eyes once more. Distant your in a new plane of existence