Janus gave me a choice,

A fork in the road,

Split passage ways,

Two doors.

One to the past,

One to the future.

And I asked him,

Why can’t I stay right here?

And he told me that there never was a here.

The present is a fleeting moment.

You can move forward or go back.

Staying still takes you back anyways

It was never an option.

There were two doors at the end of this hallway.

I can’t bring myself to choose.

But that’s a choice isn’t it?

My mind is forever lost with you..

My life is lost with you in these memories.

I’ll never live at all.