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?