By the time you will have read this, I am miles away.
Grown. Changed. Many steps, far gone.
That’s how it works, this writer’s game.
What words I share are few. What words I speak are fewer. And by the time you will have read what I say, my soul will have already moved on.
The lessons shared, I’ve already outgrown them. The pains revealed, already healed. The hopes and the dreams expire too, and new ones have already slid into place.
That’s why what I write, I never fear.
No secrets I speak can be used against me. No old wounds shared could be opened again. No dreams revealed could an enemy derail.
By the time you will have read it, I am already gone.
