Why can’t all life be this eloquent?
Director Andrei Tarkovksy recalls a young girl’s musings on the visual power of cinema. (via directingfilm)
You burned your love into my skin,
Drew a heart on my leg with permanent marker,
Took a knife and carved your name on my heart,
And then you walked away.
I don’t know why you did it,
Or where you went,
I just know that I’m lonely without you,
And it’s all your fault I feel this way.
Why did you have to smile at me like that?
Why did you have to take my hand?
Why did you have to hold me
Like I was the only person in the world?
You cut me open.
And instead of healing me like you should have,
You let my blood spill everywhere,
And now I have a scar…
…a tattoo of your love.
Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer (via the-secrets-behind-the-covers)
This is so right. I wonder sometimes if I’m the crazy one and I just can’t tell…