i rerun images of scenes...of everyday moments that had happened in my past. it may be a moment that's just a day old, or one of ancient lineage as far as my memory can go. thinking back, i replay these scenes...over and over...and slowly i alter them...dreaming of things i should or could've done. over and over...i dream of a moment that could've happened... if i did this or decided to do that.
what if i had gone to this place... would i have seen you?
what if i had checked my pocket before leaving... would i have lost you?
what if i had kept quiet... would you have stayed with me?
what if... what if...
then i think, would it really come out that way? if my phantasy rewind had really happened, would that moment come out any different?
over and over...wind and rewind...dream and alter...
ugh. there's really no use crying over spilt milk. time will and always continue to roll in only one direction - forward. now, it's time to face reality.
there's no such thing as a time machine.
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