Passion can’t sustain itself forever.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Please remember: things are not what they seem.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

I can never say what I want to say, it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something but all I get are wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this can't catch her.