Shriyandhaa's space

  Time forces forward motion,  But my mind would like to stay in the past.  I would like to remain in the state  I always was.  I am the passenger  Who doesn't want to wear the seatbelt.  The present constantly accelerates, But my mind craves rest, in the past  Where I belong. That's where the jerk happens; A violent snap of the neck Or loosing footing; Being forced forward,  While I look back. Falling through the gap Where my two selves collide.  Wishing I could relive it all just once more. Fumbling to keep memories close.  Falling, as they slowly fade.  One thing that never will fade Is the memory that I knew,  Very well,  That I was having fun.  The mere echoes of laughter,  Feeling of inner warmth,  Feeling of home.  Everyone else seems so light; They accept the change.  I might be a stubborn person Who refuses to budge; Who refuses to move  With the ever-increasing time, That decrea...