But if i asked you, what will scorch when heat presents you his absence? will the feather fall the same way when you let her spirit kiss her body? what will your name be when you smell the page where you allowed ink to spill? will you meet someone else where your soul pratfalls? when you lay in bed and ponder, do you call it a dream from a to z?
is it enough, when you hold the pen yourself? are you confident you can rewrite the same stories born in different solvent? can you raise it better than the last? will your errors face your mistakes in weaved metal? are you even asking yourself the right questions, or are you using the wrong formula expecting the right answer?
you're not a liar and you have never been lied to. lessons being learned and will find itself passed. you don't have to remember your past, but realize truth was never white. centuries printed and centuries in manuscripts, write your own legacy but stop pacing in circles. carve the seat you'll sit on, you are a master in your own making.