The people you know. The people you knew. What you’ve learned. Your memories. All these things, these ghosts come together to make up nearly all of who and what you are. The last part is your soul. Your spark.
Summer came like cinnamon, keeps the wolves from my door
"This girl is at once all the women that broke my heart. She is so beautiful and generous and she is asking me to leave because she is dumping me. She is dumping me because I am a cheap drug dealer. And I am a drug dealer because she wants to leave me"
