Between The Lines

There are two lines. One is what has been and the the other is what is still to come.In between, between the lines, is the present, the now. My memory is cruel; the queen of attention to detail. 

What has been often creeps into my in between and projects itself to what will come and before I know it, everything is a blur that is messy and confusing.My what has been and my what will come and my in between mash up into something that is painfully beautiful and familiar. But the pain resonates the most. I don’t want my past anywhere near my present or my future. I want them to pass each other in the passage like complete strangers…

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