There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can’t. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It’s our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it’s time to throw in the towel. Sometimes a person has to die in order to live. Deep down, I know you know this. You just can’t seem to do anything about it. I guess it’s a sad fact of life that some of us move on and some of us inevitably stay behind. Only in this case I’m not sure which one of us is doing which. You were right about one thing though. It’s not fate. It’s a choice. And who knows, maybe we’ll meet again someday, somewhere up above all the noise. Until then, when you think of me, try and remember the good stuff. Try and remember the love.
How to Kill A Rock Star
I am still in love with this excerpt and this book.
thanks for supporting my work, and for letting paul and eliza into your heart. =)
xoxo Tiffanie
Wow, well, I never figured you’d somehow come across this blog and comment on it as well! Thank you! One of my favorite authors of two of my favorite books :]
I happen to feel the same way about this quote and book. I can’t ever find a book as good as “How to Kill a Rockstar” but I don’t want to. :] Favorite book of all time.