maybe;
maybe i’ll return.dancing in the middle, death day, it’s a riddle.
do you have to make me dance to the rhythm the beat; the screech bass drop, i fall
flickering lights moths of the mouths i bleed of eyes tears of scars
did you remember when you forced me to go?
well, i’m going back.
i’m going to find myself in the middle of yesterday as i left it on the past of tomorrow.
it has been six months. did you still remember my name?
or did i forgot myself, in the town over yonder; as the dreams fall and topple and the rain of flowers singing in your name.
maybe i’m going back to tanauan. i’ll say hello to myself, as i left a snapshot of yesterday to be given tomorrow.
or maybe i won’t say hello to you.
liar.
i’ll bring you back to the present.
and maybe i’ll thank myself
for bringing back the old self,
before i drowned on the apathy of never.
and maybe,
i’ll restart the cycle again.
it’s your fault,
anyway.