Haunts of the past revisit now and then, reminding me of what I’ve lost.  It happens.  Everyone has them.  They are what shape us into who we will be, after all.

Never have I been so torn though, between past and present, fact and fiction, reality and dream.

Consequences be damned, and that’s all I have to say on the matter.  If it was folly to look my past in the eyes and smile, to give in to the moment with abandon and just remember what it was like to live that life, then so be it.  I was foolish.

When I woke, the moment had faded into the past once more, as I had expected and I will go on with my life.  I have no expectations that what was past will ever be again.

I may have been foolish for a moment, but I am no fool.