“ We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet. ”
History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.
~ Courtney M. Privett
Only the dead remember the truth.
There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.
The tear-stained letters of my regret will remain forever unread, for I am never going to be strong enough to give them to you.
