I think that we all have past lives.
And our souls know it. We remember bits and pieces,
but our brains and bodies are tired
of holding a past that doesn’t
fit together perfectly—
of a past that is blurry in some edges, and jagged in others.
So we pull that past further and further down, weighted by the immenseness of it all.
But we remember some parts.
Because those souls are complicated, like us.
And they don’t like being forgotten.
But still, I think the parts I remember, I distorted.
I think the parts I remember, I became afraid of.
Because this feeling I have right now,
I know that in this life, I’ve never had it before.
I know that in this life, the past is trying not to catch up with me.
Because they don’t want me to feel pain.
It’s something they all know a little too well.
I like to believe that my past souls are sitting ‘round somewhere, hoping that I don’t make the same mistakes they do, but encouraging me to make my own. Because when my life is done, I’ll be able to sit with them and guide the next dear soul we share our lives with.
for now, I think that the feeling I’m feeling,
isn’t a warning sign
or a naive claim to happiness.
I think it’s true,
and even if it ends up being a mistake that my past lives knew too much about,
I really do see it as something more.
Because I’ve never felt something as easy as this.
And I really have never wanted to fall more than I have now.
Everyone and everything else just pales in comparison.
And I think even my past can agree with that.