The Crossroads

 


The Crossroads


I feel like I'm being split

Two different timelines in front of me

One reminds me of the past but it feels so different from me.

 

It tries to hold me hostage with memories,

Memories that never belonged  to me.

 

False hope, false love and broken promises.

Nothing has ever changed since then.

The little kid in me, the naivety, the circumstances, 

 Got me to choose, something that was never there to begin with.

 

Wanted me to chase a dream.

Preventing me to see that I was living in it. 

Preventing me to see that I needed to start being it.


So I did. I choose Me. 


 

 

 


 










































 

Comments

  1. SomethinglikethatOctober 18, 2025 at 1:12 AM

    I am living two lifes, in dream i was in old memories , in the day time my love for her is in the dream land , I now know that i was dead born. What ever feelings i got with the girl is not myn, its real persons feeling over her, i am like a move character in the dream of real humans . Than you , you are very rationally helping me away from my emotional sorrows over her .

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