I want to tell you, but I couldn't bring myself to get the words out.

I know how you would look, and what you would say.

You will tell me that if this is what I really wanted, you would let me go.

I wonder if you would try to make me stay? Or at least put up a fight?

Would you fight to have me back?

Dreams and Decisions

I have to admit, I'm pretty fickle-minded when it comes to decisions. After I made a conscious choice, I'd like to think that I have no regrets, knowing that I've weighed upon my choices for a good few days. And I would work on sustaining myself upon the choice I have made.

But I have also spent a considerable amount of time pondering upon my other option. I don't do it in a comparison manner against my chosen option, but I like to think about how it would be in another universe.

Universe. Does this word not invoke an amazement of greatness, and the consciousness of smallness of our very own being? Every time I lapse into my parallel universe, the epiphany of this greatness never fails to overwhelm me.

I think a lot. In fact, I think I spend most of my time inside my own head, playing out scenes from the past, relating conversations I have in real time to short snaps of phrases I have gathered over twenty-one years of my life. The beauty of it all falls in how I can't seem to conjure up certain memories when I want to, but yet they nudge against my consciousness at the most random times.

That's the beauty of it all. The beauty of being conscious.