Sunday, June 17, 2012 | 4:50 AM | 0 hearts♥
“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think
the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should
listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over
backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground,
from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you,
something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I
know from the nights of coldness. I know the past will drag you backward
and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of
trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece
together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a
weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If
you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and
running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only
thing—is run.”
―Delirium