If I Lived Inside My Own Head

I'd like to meet myself again. I had such a great time. I was a funny sort of guy, medium height, pretty skinny. I made myself feel welcome, even though I'd just met. I was happy and excited, about the most ridiculous and unimportant things; although I couldn't understand what I was talking about, I certainly enjoyed me talking. I talked of travelling the world, on a yacht of wind, drinking from the goblets of ancient Viking kings. And for the life of me, I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I was so passionate, so in love with the idea of an idea. I told myself the wonders of words. I blew my mind. I could tell that I was hurting though. I don't know how I knew. I guess I just know me. I reassured myself - I told myself it'd be alright. And for some reason I can't explain, hearing me say that really helped me. Why was I so moved? If I had a second chance with myself, I'd let me know that I had a great time talking, and if I was ever in the neighbourhood, I should drop in for a chat again. I hope I do.

I, Ethan..