“Whatever isn’t tucked quickly into the heart will vanish
They go up in flames in an instant
The day’s events, all tossed into a graveyard
The warmth of the sea
The burning sun
The scent of the forest
Regrets, pleasure
They’ll never surface again
The world erases all traces of our existence
Everything vanishes in the blink of an eye
Nothing remains
Death turns us into data, our stories told by the living
In their own interpretation, mixing in lies with truth.”
(Source: genzai, via hihoneyimhome)
