Vexed.

It feels like I've been here before, in another lifetime. Flashes of scenarios playing out, and I'm seeing them through a different set of eyes now. A jubilant display of logic and chaos, fused together by the brief but certain pauses in between. All these memories come to life as if they have a life of its own, and in the continuity of things, all of it lives on now and then. Yet, as real and vivid these images appear to be, I know them to be naught, taunting and full of deceit. A distant thing, to be remembered and perhaps cherished at certain times of reminiscence and that's all there is to that. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Now, I'm just pretty stumped myself that this is another one of those times.