The past, it hangs on, like a lead weight on my heart; yet I won’t let it go, I can’t release it. Those times of my youth, never to be relived, the loves, never to be felt in the same way.
All gone.

This life, nothing like the past and it never shall be. The feel of it is lost. Those people I once knew, are no more – scattered , altered , their feelings conflicted in this new age.
Been changed.

Some flashes, moments of clear remembrances, a deja-vu of the mind only, punch me in the gut. Quick as it comes, I feel it leave, slipping away, I grasp helplessly,I want it back. Don’t Go.

My feelings, an alien invasion of my body, moves through me, tightening , gripping and pulling with every thought of a time I miss. These memories have claws.
It hurts.

Those yearnings, no more. The achievements and experiences once longed for are no longer a priority , or in some ways , even considered desirable. That future never existed.
Never will.

Other memories, those filled with bitter regret , the ones that changed the path and brought me here instead of that rosy place where I conceive I should be. I will never know.
It’s done.

This person , a new being, listless and unmotivated , moves throughout the day between the chapters of life , avoiding any annotation or bookmark. There is nothing to see here.
I’m invisible.

The present, like a new timeline, seem dull and devoid of life in comparison. Mundane moments, that existed then and still exist now, just don’t compare. These are numbing.
Who cares?