it's difficult to admit sometimes how much a single person changes you. the subconscious rambles on like an old fashioned jail cart that carries the riff-raff of memory and self-speculation on a circuit of our inner sanctum letting the chaotic voices echo off of our eardrums weaving a discordant symphony that we've become used to enjoying. around and around the voices have traveled. sharp deceptions rounded out with repetition till we offer them parole and they become another half-believed truth that then gently but purposefully changes our outlooks on life. we are evolving. ever changing. memories carving hieroglyphs into the skin of our current lover's back. reminding us that silence carriess weight and that each thought does indeed mark us for eternity.