Clawback

Where has it gone? The energy went, trasmuted by time. I am left depleted, I want to go back but there is no turning back, only the simulation of return. This illusion will shatter. She hides from it and talks. Or hides from what will fill the future if she let's the future happen. No she won't, she holds onto the present, but a present in which I am absent. I represent the future, the future that must not happen. Make noise lest the quiet give birth.