Once in a while, I peek under the floorboards. For cheap thrills. To imagine what could have been, what might be, to see what can never be. Recently, I have been doing a lot of peeking under the floorboards. Probably too much. My dreams are filled with possibles. They haunt me for days, making me reconsider my reality (this sounds like the theme song from La Boum, shame on me).
What happens when you choose a path? Do you have to keep going till it ends? Can you ever change route? Should I even get there? Possibly not.
I have just finished adding songs to my muxtape. Every single song brings back extremely vivid memories.
Coming back home on the bus tonight, a song became a memory. I'll let you guess which one. Hint: it is not Michael Jackson.
Once again, I would like to say how much I love my English friends - and miss the French ones terribly.