there's a point of no return, where someone
has to stop and think, has to pause their actions
and truly ponder what they are doing

it could be a million things, a billion,
but it tugs at one's brain like a nagging child
whining "daddy, daddy," as though it belongs

it tears reality into bits and begins to
spread the shreds itself created, spitting
out here and there and everywhere

your thoughts, scatter-brained, wide shot
like mrs. macomber, her sights deadly,
her intentions deadlier

and all out onto the canvas, the blood
of unbidden emotions are spilt, brought upon
as though they mattered way more than they

really do, it's always blown out of proportion
like a hot air balloon, rising, rising, continuing
to climb the invisible stairs to the heavens

some don't belong there, and some may say
that their position there is guaranteed
but they know not themselves, nor anything else at all

facsimiles of things and people and place
all exist in one's mind, curated by the best nervous system we know
but only in fragments, only brought on

by recollection, by remembering
the past is a powerful thing, and it can impact you in a powerful way
the past doesn't exist anymore, all that's left is the now