[ WP ] All my life I had been fascinated with the memories I can recall that were n't my own .

I sit here again, pages upon pages fall to the ground like the discarded leaves of an aged oak. But I ca n't stop. I can see faces. A smile. A mouth. An eye... deep dark brown and perfect. I drew this eye and placed it next to my bed, it haunted my dreams until I started to find solace in its protective gaze. I've never seen another like it since... or before. It's not my eye, or a friend's eye, not even a faint lover's eye. But it was an eye that you looked into to feel a love unburdened. It was an eye you looked into every morning, and the secrets of the day were revealed. 
 
 I've never felt love like that. How do I see it every time I close my eyes? 
 
 More pages fall. More memories come. Things I have n't lived but see when I least want to... which is all the time now. I started dreaming them first... and wrote them off. I started seeing them when I was awake... and wrote them off. I could n't stop seeing them when I looked at my beloved. When I looked at my family. When I looked up at the sky I saw it through another's mind. So I wrote it. I drew it. I dreamt it. 
 
 I live it.
