I know now why time seems to be passing me by.
Why I look at the calendar in horror as I realize the date.
I live in my mind
and
In my mind I am home.
I am not here.
I am on a twisted 9 month vacation, but I can go home as soon as it’s over.
I can finally rest my bones in the place I always knew to be home.
But I can’t.
This is home now.
I am not here because I am still in the past.
I am still pretending to be the person I was last summer.
And that person is gone.
Just like my home and just like the time I have spent reminiscing about it.
It’s time to live.