you have discovered you can travel through time but your favorite place was always the past déja vu you go in loops reliving what was
remembering is a curse for feet that desire to move forward and eyes that can only look back you cannot spit out the bittersweet taste
this place is barren but the ghosts you left behind walk its empty streets and you keep visiting to see the love you lost with flowers on its grave ones you do not recognize
the present is a place that seldom interests you you walk backwards towards it you are still welcome and the gates are open if you ask for the key
the future cares for you cannot wait to see your face you have gone weary from your travels going further and further back you can return any time but here you will be loved
Shades of purple, Taped with love. Royal blood, Within common veins. Clothed like any, Walked like many. Unaware that you are worthy. Deeply loved. Deeply cared for. You are worth more than diamonds and gold. Made to be royalty, Made to be so much more.