Dearest Present,

You always follow me; but I am going nowhere but into the thin air of memories.

And you can’t breathe there.

As well as you shan’t.

For nothing can change until you change your path.

Before it passes you again, and reaches its last stop.

Take the pennies out of your pocket.

Pay the price for the Future.

It will be well spent.

Instead of trying to follow me; trying to figure out why I went the wrong way.


The Past

Ps. Never regret following your heart.

So as the heart the Past addressed skipped a few beats, I turned around to see the sun setting, and ran towards the horizon. For the Light was already there to warm my quickened pulse.

© michele mitchell, 2013

Writing prompt from The Writer’s Digest

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