by mandaceehb

What is it about the present

That makes it so difficult to seek refuge in?

Too often we find ourselves 

Unconsciously lapsing back into happier memories

Floating away and untethering ourselves 

From the reality at hand 

And I guess that is the hard thing to face-

The plain, unconcealed reality of the present 

It’s 2014 now

So stop writing 2013 in the dates

The past is something now

That is too far away to be found