Persona
How would I have known, that I was not a fan of my own persona. The persona that holds a bit of grief in attempt to catch hold of all the good from a vague memory of yesterday(s). Sometimes, a place, a scent or a photo is all it takes. To receive the bittersweet nostalgia from an already non existent reality. Somehow, all the struggles and pain dissipates. You wanted to catch the train to this time & space. You asked the universe is this the better plan? How every action, one thing lead to another and now here you are - in the present. Out of familiarity, you almost reached out again to take the blame. But you tell yourself - How sick are you of this persona? You are sick of acting like a victim and getting played by the hands of fate. If this is what the present is, could you then dance in the rain? Keep dancing. You are love and light, and they doesn't just go away.
