PART II

I get flashbacks. Often. A song comes on and reminds me of a cool fall day when my bedroom window was open in the middle of the afternoon. I don’t know how this is significant at all but it feels good. I want to be there right now. I walk into a room and I am overcome with a feeling of excitement that is almost too much to contain. I smell a cigarette and I can transport though time. Seeing the sky in the afternoon on a cloudy day, I am suddenly in a dream, and I am in complete control. My movements through life have been dictated by the flashbacks of things I have not even experienced. I have flashbacks of the future. I am looking back on things I’ve never experienced, but eventually will. I don’t understand this and I don’t know if I want to. It will play a crucial role in my demise. Although I’m looking back on it right now, I’m not sure if knowing this will help. From what I see, I won’t be able to change a thing.