Vague

There is a faint whiff of the past in the air today. Like a gentle mist that hangs around on some days. The overbearing feeling that something of the past changed your life irrevocable. It gave you contentment that IT couldn't have been different. Or regret that IT wasn't better. A faint smell, not inhaled since long, but very very unforgettable. Of skin, of clothes, of the land and of familiarity. Sweet pain after a climax, the tinge of disappointment that it didn't last long and that it is now gone. Like a peak that was reached and the only journey forth is downwards.

Or perhaps, the past will overtake the present and crash into the future....

From the drafts in my gmail.
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No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

- Behind Blue Eyes
The Who