“I recall my life every day. I recall my sins and my acts of purity. I remind myself I was never a religious man. I remind myself that I have been dead for half of forever. I remind myself of nothing. I move along to the next minute. Next day. Next year. The earth doesn’t change so much anymore. It doesn’t change so quickly. With humans, the earth had to keep changing. But you can only replace a dying thing so many times before someone notices. There haven’t been humans for years. Maybe a decade. Maybe more. I find myself loving their absence. The absence of humanity is the absence of violence. I love this peace. But then I remember my bones. My mind and my memories. I remember I’m human. I am the thing I detest. The creature that haunts my steps. It’s my shadow I see watching me. It’s my reflection in the water. I keep remembering. I live in fear. But still, I walk on.”
F.K. Preston“Life's a circle. There are no lines we can cross.”
F.K. Preston“The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.”
F.K. Preston“There are things we cannot vocalise because the repercussions of particular thoughts have the power to break lives.”
F.K. Preston“Live this life as gently as you would breathe in the seaside air. Then release all those dreams and wonders to the water. Keep breathing until you’re inches from where you wish to be. Then exhale, remembering that gentle life you grew up from.”
F.K. Preston“What is infinity? I haven’t a clue.But maybe that’s the whole point I’ve been attempting to explain to you.The fact that it’s not knownOr seenOr heard.Infinity is every person, every being, every bird. Infinity is a simple mystery.It looks like a mystery.Tastes mysterious.Feels like something completely delirious. We cannot imagine what this sound could be.All we can imagine is infinity.”
F.K. Preston“We are not bound by time. But there are things we cannot speak of because the repercussions of particular thoughts can break lives.”
F.K. Preston“No one ever claimed that creating art was simple. But they failed to mention the mess.”
F.K. Preston“Two dreams and a cup of coffee later.”
F.K. Preston“Dreams are memories we’ve lost to sleep.”
F.K. Preston“Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn’t become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I’m in love, God help me, I’m in love.”
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