Strang young girl

My past life came up to me, it was hardly a fantasy, knew it had to be a younger version of me.

Ribbons were tied in her hair; her eyes were squinted in a glare, all I could do was stare.(What was she, this demon doing so close to me?)

Smiling she outstretched her hands and I gave her a hug, knowing that all she wanted was to be loved. Her cold skin touched mine and her voice just sounded divine (she was my temptress within).

“You haven’t visited me in while…I’m here giving you a chance today that not everybody gets, to go back to your old ways, back to the olden days. Forgetting the time you’ve lived since then.”

I stepped back, to contemplate; the new knowledge of people who would stab me in the back later in life would be gone. I would be starting over again… I would eventually live the same pain all over again…It was no fair debate…

(Why complicate the life I’ve been so freely been living, why go back? What is there to save?)

She knew that I knew that I could not renew the life that I had once lived before, that I was to shut the door, to the old one.

Winking she turned disappearing, knowing that I had learned my lesson, nearing losing it. I would’ve liked to say a few words to the brat yesterday, but I couldn’t because she led me down a path to make me what I am today. I can’t imagine myself any other way.