
Everything our hearts ever went through, it remembers. All the moments of serenity and doubt and wholeness and voids are everpresent within. Good or bad, this is or isn’t, depending on how you choose to view anything. Inflictions and trangressions were intertwined with the lights and passions and I’ve chosen to see all those scattered loves as one total being, and the permanence of temporary muses is a regale of her.

