"You write so beautifully, the inside of your mind must be a terrible place"

’Cause I can’t see forgiveness, and you can’t see the crime

There’s a fragile game we play
With the ghosts of yesterday
If we can’t let go we’ll never say goodbye
No trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could deny
There was so much more to lose
Than the pain
I put you through
In my carelessness
I left you in the dark
And the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least
I know somehow
I made a mark
In the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right

“Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is, uh, it has no texture, no context. It’s there and then it’s gone. If it’s to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be, um, smelly.”

All night, I dream of water that can wash the weight of the world from my shoulders.

this is how it works 
you're young until you're not 
you love until you don't 
you try until you can't 
you laugh until you cry 
you cry until you laugh 
and everyone must breathe 
until their dying breath