II

  “Oh my god! You're from the future!- My future! Y-you’re me!” His swooning body characterized the younger version well. A passionate, loving soul with all the hope in the world, unsure of the naturalities of the cave he was stuck in.

  “Ya man, I just wanted to tell you some-”

  A flash of white; A spurn in my chest; what is this?

  “Oh my god! You’re from the future!- My future! Y-you’re me!” He stood there again, repeating what words he could from a minute ago.

  “I told you man, I’m here to tell you some-”

  Again it was there; a flash of white; a spurn in my chest; I was back.

  “Oh my god! You’re from the future!- My future! Y-you’re me!” feet shifting, body teetering, my chest tightening with every breath. My surroundings were of my old room, decorated in full by a compromising color, ugly in its form. To my left stood the worry-less desk, not like its form in my era; across, the bed I no longer own.

  “Ya man. I- You got any questions?” I began to categorize rules for this expedition. I cannot tell him anything that would stop me from coming here.

  “I have so many! Do we invent time travel? Why do we invent time travel? Where do we go to college? Who do we date? Why do you look poor-”

  “I do not look poor; I am battle-hardened!-”

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  “Are we a vet!-”

  “No! Listen, we don't invent time travel-”

  Again, I see the light, a flash; a spurn in my chest; I was back.

  “Oh my god! You’re from the future!- My future! Y-you’re me!” The sharp voice curved through my ears at mach 1. I couldn’t tell him anything it felt like.

  “Yea man, I just wanted to tell you good luck-”

  Once again, I am burdened with the light, scorning my eyes and every sense moreover. My chest tightened, returning back to its timestamped state of a hundred-twelve beats per minute when it was lowered at ninety-two a minute before.

  “Oh my god! You’re from the future!- My future! Y-you’re me!” A sudden sigh climbed out of my throat. A longing for what I once was stood in front of me - looking at what I once was. The man’s words ran through me during the instance.

  You’ll be stuck, ya damn fool.”

  So this is what he meant, dull bastard.

  “Na kid, I’m here to kidnap you.” A meager attempt to solve this issue, create my story anew. A flash of white; A spurn in my chest; I am accosted.

  You dream of rewriting your wrongs?

  You're a damn fool!

  A paradox to occur, surely?

  To each their own I assume.

  Before I give you this,

  I hope you to know:

  You’ll be stuck, ya damn fool.