My body went cold a moment ago,
though now it has passed
the fear instilled lingers,
radiating inward.
What even caused such a fright?
I was browsing my photos
of times before,
of life as a coaster, those
loops and turns unmapped,
a universe away from where I sit.
These emotions poke
into and out of,
I am but a cushion of pins and pain.
I push the photos to one side,
my eyes wrench shut and
blackness subsumes those visuals.
Life surely is better than
etched memories would suggest…
So why the wobble? Why the
unsteadiness throughout my body?
A portion of potential lost
to the decisions past participles?
Or perhaps a realisation of
the drifting lost upon the sea of
society.
Knowledge ensues, that now is not
then and then will never be now.