Three
My soul is tortured, raw emotions coming through, the demons of my future hitting me in my past. Looking at my life through a rear view glass but driving backwards. Cause I feel like I’ve already lived it all and I’m just reminiscing of the past. Like physically talking to my future self, listening to my self tell my story and remembering it all.
Emotions shown, words spoken and images felt. At such a mature level it defies a child’s mind and a young man’s age. But the meaning behind them are known to me yet somehow lost somewhere between my future and my past. Knowing what my future holds and my other self knows. Like the demons that will one day haunt & torture my soul. But then crying about it in my past so in the future I stand whole.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way because even back then I knew I’d end up standing alone while my whole word shakes. I knew what it would take. And the price of my mind, body and soul I wasn’t willing to pay. Left all by myself in the human brain, left to deal with the pain that I knew would soon leave me cold.
Linked through the past I pull my own self from an almost catasphroic blast, and all the while this plays in my mind’s eye. So now in every second of my present I see into my future and my past and I feel that I must let my self die every night so I might last. This is my life and one-day it will pass. This is how it feels, and the pain is real. This is my mind and all three screens play like it’s so reel.
All three screens play as I sit in the middle and cry, past, present and future...in each one I die. Yet it is all in my mind and I can’t help but think is this the price I myself have to pay? For the life I love to live and my decision to live it so real? But I know that all the while throughout my long walk there were more than just three. There was always the help of someone higher than me.
So yes in the past, present and future I die but by Him I was given life! So every night I die so that the next morning I may continue living another life.
Marcus Reese
