i often ask myself where i exist in each timeline

i was once a survivor

once a lover

interwoven together,

cumulated forever

a cosmic treasure.

i stare at the faces of treachery and mistaken them for care

clinging to the concept that

in each timeline

someone will

in someway,

be there.

i scream as warm floods drown my cheeks

choked by sorrows

i can no longer speak

my esotericism has resulted in this,

to be alone

this timeline cannot be my home.

i see irony written on every face

words sound to me as disappointments,

disgrace.

when my eyes are closed i can enter worlds

i can go to a place,

far away.

existing in a timeline that is all mine

where the obscure survive.

i think it is hard when it is the one you love

and know what they have done

in every timeline

that seems to be my fate

and i have the heaviest decision to make

to love myself a little more

and to stand for what is right

even if nobody is listening,

nobody takes my side.

because

as warmth floods down my cheeks

and i am choked by my sorrows

i will put up a fight to the end

i will not bow,

not play pretend.

not in this timeline

or the next.

here exists a survivor

once a lover

interwoven together,

cumulated forever

a cosmic treasure.