i was, i am, i will be

who i was

is slipping through the void

like a silk dress

gliding across wood floors

at midnight

stained pink by the washed out blood

of expectations

ghosts of who i used to be

fleeting glimpses fading from reality

the darkness of my memory

shutting out who i used to be

rewriting my memories to fit

who i am.

who i am

is dancing in the void

thankful for the darkness

that shrouds me,

my last defense

against the discomforts

of reality

that i am tired of being forced

to acknowledge.

i am prepared to lose myself

in the delusion

rather than facing

who i will be.

who i will be

is crawling out of the void

blinking away the sunlight from my eyes

and staring into pale blue skies,

reveling in my newfound freedom

the oasis

that i am holding myself back from.

i will escape

the void

eventually

but for now

i'm still

slipping through the void

waiting for it to spit me out

into the light at the end

of the tunnel.