I go crazy When I look in your eyes I still go crazy No my heart just cant hide That old feelin inside Way deep down inside Oh baby, You know when I look in your eyes I go crazy. The song is entitled, I Go Crazy by Paul Davis (1977). Its been awhile... guess youll be glad to know Ive learned to laugh and smile. Im smiling now, time has mainly healed me, and it really has been a while, since I felt like I was going crazy, but its funny how a song can transport you to any moment in time: past, present even future. This is no different, its haunting melodic riffs have wrapped me in a melancholic kiss that cant be remiss. I havent thought of her, I mean really thought about her for the longest time until now; the very moment the song came on, its chords, its chorus; it tugged at my heart strings, and it struck me. Glances and flashbacks, traces and remnants of a former life I once lived. Sometimes its very easy to block out the obvious songs, pretend they arent speaking to me, go on about my day in blissful ignorance, but for some reason I let my guard down and this song bore right through to the heart of me. Has enough time passed? Im sure it has. Im over it, really I am. But then again, can one ever fully be over anything? Just because the sun sets over the horizon doesnt mean it is lost to us forever, it will rise again. Which is why memories come and they go. If I ever saw her again would I still go crazy? I must be crazy to even suggest it. I mean it has happened once before, but memories and chemistry arent just fleeting subtleties, which we could suddenly turn off and on. Sometimes I wish it were that easy. The reflection of us is sullied and muddled now, it is a world I could no longer reside in or wish to return to because Ive moved on. As much as it was a part of me, it is a part that remains in the past where it will stay. I live in the moment now, and that is a gift, which is why it is called the present. After all this time, I dont go crazy anymore, even though I still remember when, her kiss was still brand new. But I never let it haunt me, I respect the sentimentality of it while accepting the fact that shes no longer someone I need. Thats why I can go to bed every night and fall asleep, not because Ive forgotten her, quite the contrary, it is because I have forgiven her, and more importantly, I have forgiven myself. This has given me the capacity to move on, so call me crazy, I dont just go crazy.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 21:15:30 +0000
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