There are times when I remember something so vividly that the present just slips quietly away into a corner of my mind.
It’s quite a magical feeling.
You lose sense of time. Everything.
And the memory often jumps into another, and another. But some days you have to search really hard for them. I don’t know why it’s easier some days than others.
When you get back to reality you feel a little different. Especially if you went to a past really long ago. It rubs off you. Maybe it’s because of how different you were in that past.
And you’d lie down on your bed and sigh, thinking about how far you’ve come and how much has passed, and where you’d be going next.