When the past stays in the past... (with reason)

I closed my eyes to reflect on what I had just read...

A little kid pops up, and starts running around... lets say a "house of shows"... From room to room a different story was being told. We got to a door that had familiar faces. It was not a pretty picture, but when the kid left, I stayed behind... Trapped in a story I was creating, watching an unfortunate event that made me sad.

Now looking back, it wasn't just someone I knew in the room, but someone I felt weirdly connected to. Still it felt like I was in the past... Trapped in the past. Funny thing is that is exactly how I have been feeling lately. I have been anticipating my past to happen (I know). Its like I want to go back in time so bad that I have forgotten to face today as a new day with new opportunities... To live and enjoy this moment. Its mostly what if... 

What if I wasn't supposed to leave the other day...

What if I wasn't supposed to love the melody we once made because it's no more...

What if it was still here...

What if I tell you what I want, will you change? 

For me or for yourself?

What if I just listened to what people say, take it as it is and forget what really happened?

...I remember the other day I was walking home and it was quite chilly, but I felt alive and warm because for once everything made sense. I was walking away from something only I understood in order to make someone understand. Its like what they always say, "You never realise the value of water until its not there" (yeah i had to use water). Okay, for real now, it's like hearing someone say they don't know why they still talk to you... you walk away and then they don't "understand" why you did and they stop talking to you... I guess now at least they have a reason why you don't talk...

I took one last look into the room and walked away...