My heart is stuttering, my palms are sweaty, and I’m convinced I’ve swallowed a kaleidoscope of lead butterflies; yet at the same time, I feel disembodied. The past, present and future versions of myself are all completely different beings right now.
Past Me is in a coma, overdosed on heartache and anesthetics,
Present Me is sitting at the bedside, shamed into a state of paralyzing confusion and silence,
and Future Me is lost in the space-time continuum, weeping, trying desperately to find Present Me and shake her back into reality.
What have I done?
But that’s just it, it’s done.
So what will I do next?