A Story

so, i have a story, from back when i thought that with time you grew, and growing was growing. before i believed differing things, from death and rebirth, so many times within this lifetime. a story from way back when, i believed that i was incapable, not of fucking up beyond repair, but not beyond the point where you would ask me what i was doing for the holiday. a story from a previous time, that i did not know my entire life could feel like someone's revenge, or variable in someone else's pattern. a time where the past was linear, and everything was on a timeline including the future, and my endeavors and ideas had names. previous to when i am able to pinpoint the fall apart, collapse near ruin. losing everything i did not know was losable, the death, before then, god was not benevolent, but was equally is not what he became.
this is the story.