sometimes it's the futile things that keep us trapped, the small details. it's hard for some people to understand these things. it's not always the big things. to a person like me, it's the simple things that mean the most. the things you miss the most when they're gone. if you get it, you know what i mean. those kind of things you would travel a lifetime just to feel them again, but then again, maybe it's better that they're gone so when we find them again, they mean that much more.

"did you have blinders on my dear? or were you just willing? or were you aware of the damage a lie could do? i thought you knew."

now you know -afghan whigs-