my vision is distorted by my sleazy mind

skunk anansie - awesome band.

a pang of regret and heartbreak assaults me when i listen to songs with bitter-sweet memories attached to them. entwined, really. it's magical how music becomes a part of your past, and comes to represent a certain time, a certain hardship, or joy, or exultation. success, failure, bliss, heartache.

I suppose to some extent, the woulda/coulda/ shoulda's are idolised and deified in the mind. the bads are forgotten, and the goods are put on a pedestal, mourned, grieved for, deeply missed. and, regret sets in.

is this reasonable?

okay, so i'm not making a whole lot of sense.

i will heal. eventually.