He always spoke and moved in the past tense
as if living life backwards
All he wanted was a time-machine
forgetting that the past would become the present
and the present is not sweet like nostalgia
but bitter than before
it’s a realisation that your problems exist
and that the gone will remain gone now
He still closes his eyes
put his hands on them
The imagination comes alive
only to be drowned by the already imagined
the memories that help put up a mask for now
a caress to the current blindness of now
But what will he think about
when the present no longer remains
as he finally becomes one
with what he wanted
When he will be spoken of
in a past tense that cremates
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Splendid words and yes who will talk about him once he is cremated and gone r the past and present.
beautiful post. an interesting spin on the “if you could go back what would be different” thing
Thanks Billy 😀
Lovely!
Thank you Jyoti! 😀
This gives me goosebumps!
Well, thankyou 😀
It’s after a long time I have come across someone whose words seem to remain just out of my grasp. I am falling at assuming what they mean. But, the appeal is unwavering.
Woah! Thanks dude 😅
Good luck to him. I hope he finds his nostalgic goal a reality in whatever time.
That’s a beautiful piece of writing
Thanks ✨✨