There’s no remedy for memoryYour face is like a melody It won’t leave my head

There’s no remedy for memory
Your face is like a melody
It won’t leave my head


And I only needed one more touch.

And I only needed one more touch.


Reborn.


‘Fragile little human.’

‘Fragile little human.’


“What a stupid lamb.”“What a sick, masochistic lion.”

“What a stupid lamb.”
“What a sick, masochistic lion.”





When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.


I don’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth is that I don’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes as the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

I don’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth is that I don’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes as the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.