In another reality ... in another life ...

All the forbidden thoughts and feelings, all the paths you took but could have walked differently ... all the things you said that could never be taken back ... the roles you had, the games you played ... in another dimension ...

All those times you took the path most travelled ... when you ran instead of walked ... or walked instead of crawled ... all those places you've been and seen, what if you had been and seen somewhere else instead ... what if you'd met someone different, what if you'd fallen for someone else ... in another reality ...

All the jobs you took ... all the letters you've written ... all the drawings you poured your soul into ... all those drawings you DIDN'T put your soul into ... all the letters you NEVER wrote ... all the jobs you DIDN'T take ... in another life ...

Would you have done it differently?

In another world, across other oceans, a distant galaxy away, a different time, a mirrored life ...


In that life, I could have walked differently.

In that dimension, I could have chosen that path without worry or regret. In this one, I couldn't have taken that path. My path was already paved at the time, and continues to be paved so by other choices.
I couldn't travel down that unknown path without disrupting the one I'm currently on.


In the mirror, the me that I see could have loved you.



I wish I could disconnect, and start again.