i remember it all: every word, every breath, every tick of the clock..everything that happened is with me forever. i can never forget it. but that doesn’t mean i can live it again. you can’t live what’s gone, you can only remember it, and memories have no life. they’re just pale reminders of a time that’s gone - like faded photographs, or a dried-up daisy chain at the back of a drawer. they have no substance. they can’t take you back. nothing can take you back. nothing can be the same as it was. nothing is. all i can do is tell it.
—candy



