I woke up one morning, seventeen, and a ghost had left a message for me. Ominous words written down in a digital hand, that I have since transcribed to paper. I’ve never been one to believe in visits from another realm, and indeed any “experiences” I’ve had since then have done nothing to recreate the feeling of utter violation and dread I felt that day, reading words that I knew were not mine.
Yet, something about it.
“Where was I half the time?”
Felt vaguely…familiar. The structure of the poem wasn’t my style, but the language seemed close to what I’d written in the past.
Had I somehow found a way to send a message to an earlier-version me? And why 3:29pm? Why hadn’t I noticed it that afternoon instead of the next morning?
I know how crazy this sounds, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Its been almost six years and I still think about it. Nothing I’ve found online can explain where it’s from, they’re not lyrics, not a quote, it’s like they conjured themselves into my phone for me to find and no one else.
I’m attaching a picture from when I wrote the words down in my notebook. I don’t like looking at them too long because they make me feel a little sick, but I’ll copy them below, too, in case my writing was a little shaky.
EDIT: I’m realizing that the original, below, has three opening lines instead of the two I had written down initially. Operator error? Or has it changed again? I need to look into this.
Where was I half the time?
Where was I half the time?
Where was I half the time?
All these colors
All these colors
Haunting my heart
Haunting my heart
Where is my mother?
Where is my father?
Where is my mother?
Woolgathering 
If this is something that really happened to u, I need to speak to you.. Please call.
I know what this was.
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