once

at one point, i thought i had a rebellious soul, but acquiescent demeanour. 

at one point, i trusted and believed in others.

at one point,  hope fermented within me.

at one point, i  intuitively buried the pain of others.

at one point, i predicted a future, the background a pedestal.

at one point, i offered guidance and moved between multiple spheres.

at one point, i gazed at madness from the outside.

at one point, i projected responses.

now i'm haunted by loss.