I scroll up,
And reach farther down,
Where the past remains
Frozen in time.
The air feels heavier,
Heart beats a bit slower,
I want to peel my eyes off
But I press on-
Scrolling up still-
As the past unfolds,
Replaying old memories,
Digging up my very core-
I stop-
I realize I've stopped breathing;
Should I scroll farther,
I knew something would shatter inside-
And so I stop-
Hearing my own voice,
Whispering:
You don't belong there anymore.
Live in the present.