“ Only the dead remember the truth. ”
History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.
~ Courtney M. Privett
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.
I focus on the light I can find, and if I can't find it, I create it.
