The Psychonaut

We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it.

“When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.”

You run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?

“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”

“I’m always amazed at how books find us at the time we need them, as if there’s some omniscient, benevolent librarian in the sky.”

What we both failed to understand was that we shared the same heart.

“From those of us who are left behind: you will be remembered, you were the one I needed, I loved you in my dreams.”