The Incurable Diarrhea of the Mind
If you could see someone and see their ghosts when you looked into their eyes The haunting ghosts of a time long since passed, seen in their gait, in their smile, in the way they pause sometimes when they're talking. If in dreams you could remember how you felt exactly at some point in your life So when you would wake up the world looks unfamiliar, cold, unfriendly enough to make you wish you could go back to that dream So you conclude that nothing is ever irrecoverable as long as it lived and breathed at some point and you knew it. Even if your knowledge of it differed from what it really was. But you knew it and now you can't forget it, and so it will live on, if not in reality, in your head. And reality is that; what you choose and what is allowed to exist. What you've lent enough importance to, so it looms large, however irrelevant it really is. And most times your reality and reality are strangers who act like friends when they meet, but when they part ways they...