The future depends on what you do now

I must’ve lost my mind somewhere in this mess of empty bottles and packs of cigarettes

You cry out in your sleep // All my failings exposed // And there’s a taste in my mouth // As desperation takes hold // Just that something so good, just can’t function no more // Love, love will tear us apart again

Memories are what warm you up from the inside, but they’re also what tear you apart // Haruki Murakami

Haunted by a ghost of what was

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving // Lao Tzu

For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book