I'll open up my diary now and you can take a look. It's everything that I treasure except in this diary, there are no words. There are images though. All the mental pictures I took with my eyes and stored in my mind. They are in here now so you can share them with me. Some may be places I've been to. This life, and the past. But mostly they are the places I want to go, and the places I wish I can be in.
Do you see the pool at the valley of the mountains? Well, that's actually us you see. What? You don't remember? But we were there, I saw you cannonball into it. The huge splash you made sent water up my nostrils and I had a laughing/choking fit.
And you must excuse the drops of wax I dripped all over the diary. The candles burnt low as I held them while exploring the crevices of my memory. I must go now and bring my diary with me. Don't miss me though, I'll carry you in it.
The song is
I sing I swim by Seabear.