inside memorylane.

If I could live inside memory I would hover in your laughter and flit in and out of your smile. I would saunter past awkward moments and jeer at them while simultaneously banding with my historied self on all fronts. I would memorize moments of forgetfulness and take pictures of conversations where anothers wisdom made me remember to love. I would try to hold myself and be my friend in the darkness and I would dry all of my tears with a happy cloth. Mostly though, I would get caught up again in the might-have-beens and should-have-dones and I'll forget there is a present to be lived and a me to be loved now and that laughter is just around the corner.