what's left of the crystalline dust.

[crystallinedust]

I'm alive

because it hurts.

It hurts

because I'm alive.

[crystallinedust]

All the pain you feel now it's for all the love that you won't be able to give, for all the futures that you will not live and the past that we know you won't remember.

[crystallinedust]

when does motive become guilt? When does gratitude become reproach? When does appreciation become contempt?

For if I am doomed to be dust for all that I have reduced to rubble, grant me one last will.

And before I throw myself into the void tell me what I have to repent of, what I have done or what I have not?

[crystallinedust]

Search for me where life comes off the bones.

Find me where the heart gets filled with memories, where love lives among the flowers, and pain lives between the sighs.

Follow me where the light dances with death and the soul discovers eternity.

[crystallinedust]

There is a kind of love that shines from the depths, that avoids the darkness to seek the light and grow, that sneaks between the cracks of the skin and blooms.