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Past, Present, Futuremy past self cared about things that my present self doesn’t miss
like being loud and being social and knowing who got kissed
my past self wrapped things up and never told a soul
but my present self can’t help but realize how quickly that got old
my past self was the golden child; the kid that everyone remembered
my present self has difficulty noticing that it’s already december
my past self was less cynical and happier on the whole
my present self listens carefully for her internal clocks’ important toll
my present self has a hard time picking which past memories aren’t real
my future self knows well that old wounds don’t quite ever heal
my present self spends the entire day just listening to music and writing
my future self, i think, would say just keep going; keep on fighting
my present self questions things my past self never thought
my future self would enforce the belief that happiness isn't taught
my present self channels all the b
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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