To Go Back Just Once..

To go back just once,

To turn back time;

To feel, what I dream of:

To make you mine.

Is it too much I ask for?

Is it too much I wish?

To run from this darkness,

Experience the bliss.

I don’t want perfection,

I don’t want the glory.

Just life as I dreamt,

The dream that I loved.

I’d erase all the wrong,

I’d give all I have:

To go back just once,

To turn back time;

To feel, what I dream of:

To make you mine.

Is it normal for you to want something, imagine your life centred at it and then, when you lose it forever, still think of it as your own? Is it okay to still love it like your own and feel possessive of it? Is it okay to see it as a part of another’s life and feel nostalgic about it as if it was once yours?

I think it’s a form of schizophrenia or split personality disorder! And it drives me crazy... even more than what I already am. It makes it even more difficult for me to accept reality, and I am left hanging somewhere in between. I still cling to my long shattered dreams and live in denial, yet knowing my naiveté I still feel happy. It seems pathetic to the little voices in my head, but I still can’t tag it as escapism, it still brings me happiness and doesn’t hurt anyone. So it can’t be a bad thing, right? It isn’t being crazy, right?

Well may be it is, but then, so be it. I think, crazy or not, those wishes, those daydreams would always be mine. Escapist or not, I enjoy them too much to let them go, and I love them too much to let them die.

p.s.: This is NOT about a person.