Journal
"I mean I get it. It's not something I'd want for myself but I understand why they do it. I'd love to think that, as a species, we could retain the lessons we learned in past lives, hell, even in our own past. There must be something beyond survival; work, sex and status. Something we know to be true deep down but never express in fear to be right.
But that's the genius of it.
What is?
To forget; that's the whole point. It's not a lesson it's a joke. We're the joke. The only one that can never get old."
Six Hundred Ninety-Three tulips and a thorn
Still, the Queen chose two lips for a throne
Whistle through them
Turn air into song
Turn your back to a gem, bet
A ruby will turn back to a stone
We'll tend to the Garden
That sits at the back of your skull
Wounds and flowers, mended
There's a message and you sent it
Maybe every angel has not yet fallen