Every moment can't remain and every life won't stay the same.
With time comes a layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust.
Everyone will fall away and every season is built on change.
With time the paint will peel and all sense will lose its feel.
Every cloth will start to fray and every night will become day.
With time a mold will form and what's cold can become warm.
Love can't always stay and the dead will soon decay.
With time we'll all be gone but how you lived can live on.
Non fiction by Touché Amoré
I think if I do nothing else on this earth than make people feel a little more loved in a time where they felt alone then I’ve serve my purpose well.
quinlanwalther
Because memory is an unreliable thing that picks and chooses what to keep. When we look for a scene from the past, it is by no means certain that we end up recalling the most important or the most relevant; rather, we remember what fits into the preconceived image that we have.
The Book of Eels by Patrik Svensson
It may seem quite novelistic to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on the condition that you refrain from reading such notions as "fictive", "fabricated", and "untrue to life" in the word "novelistic". Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion.