i am both living in the past and the future
—— where the horizons meet in between ——
i feel the pain of failure in the past
along with the pressure from the future
i’m anxious that people will leave in
the future the way others did in the past.
my heart lives in the past; my brain,
in the future. my body does not know how to
react. everything conflicts with one another,
though they unite when i write. it lets me
reside in the present. it gives me peace.
at least until there’s space on the paper.
at least until there’s ink in the pen.
©2018, Quiyet Brul