So much is lost. Hard to believe that it's so long ago, that flesh is mortal, that everything slides towards its end. Once, I belonged to the future. The beloved future, that was what counted; the present was a means, and the past no more than a dull shard of pottery, a bottle dug up by my father on the beach. Now, however, I belong to yesterday.
20 maj 2015
10 mar 2015
"The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive".
Autor: ~a o 22:47