i long for when you'll become a distant memory

It’s tragic, how life twists and turns. Where the path of time chokes us like an anaconda does its prey.

We only realize the mutations of time as we attempt to turn back or push forward, discovering that we are trapped.

The confines of the present are heavier as the past, with living thoughts becoming devices of self-mutilation more deeply infested in our minds than our history.

We cannot return to a present that once was, nor can we force the future,

So I long for when you’ll become a distant memory. For when my mind is free of you,

liberation from your endless existence.

posted 25.4.2025