and so, gradually, i'm trying 

do you know how hard? 

to integrate the past with now. 

i don't believe in fate. 

there's no forgiveness, 

there must be something more. 



i'm convinced, 

regardless of all the times 

they said that i should forget everything. 



now i'm not so sure that i can do anything. 



this broken scene with me above you above me. 

i feel broken. didn't you hear me? 

the basement floods, and all the magazines are wet. 

what's left to salvage?