Inner Eye
Every now and then I watch a moment, and then I imagine that life, and swap the girl with a woman that I might have loved in the past.
Is living in the past really such a bad thing?
Not when you've loved a pretty girl or two from yesteryear. She never really leaves you. She stays in the brain. She floats. She releases you.
"Why are you smiling?" they ask.
"It's just a random memory."
Unrequited. Consummated. Vicious. Kind. Beautiful.
I remember them all. One grimace at a time. They flash within the inner eye.
Is living in the past really such a bad thing?
Not when you've loved a pretty girl or two from yesteryear. She never really leaves you. She stays in the brain. She floats. She releases you.
"Why are you smiling?" they ask.
"It's just a random memory."
Unrequited. Consummated. Vicious. Kind. Beautiful.
I remember them all. One grimace at a time. They flash within the inner eye.