Mind's Eye

Somedays, i think it would be complete genius if we could take a look inside our mind, and really see whats going on in there. To see all of our thoughts, or even our dreams.

I think that when there is a loss of something, weather it be car keys or a friendship that once was, wouldn't be nice just to take a peek inside our mind and figure out why you stop being friends, or were those keys got too?

Sometimes I wonder were the time has gotten too, Wasn't yesterday that i was in high school? But now that I am 22 I think wow, I have been out of school for almost 4years, that just seems crazy to me.

The point is mind is filled with things that happened yesterday, last week, a year ago, and even more then that. My memories, are alwas replaying themselves as like a movie into my life, so make sense, some don't but I guess that is my Mind's Eye playing itself.

When a certain memory is hit just right I almost feel like I am reliving that part of my life, Or my expersince have made me who I am today. But I don't feel like I am anydiffernet then the person who seems so farway, or so much younger then myself or even so long ago.

Weird, how when we think back on ourselfs, we see us as we are now, but not really as we were then, when we were little being big seemed like it would never happen, but now that we are big being little seems like a life time ago.

I have been thinking about the time right after i graduated high school lately, it seems like so long ago, but in truth it was only been 3years. I think about how excited i was to go see Priates at the drive-in, and how about this time 3years ago, We had just moved in to a house, and how I couldn't wait to go see LOTR Return of the King at midnight openning day, with all my buddies from high school. And even thinking about getting married, which even now, I am like whow because even though i want to get married, I wasn't really mature enough to be thinking about it, or grown up enough to relize what a comittment it really is.

Anyway i am rambling about nothing really imparticular because that is how my mind seems to spit things out, in a random order that I have a hard time fallowing.
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