"I leave memories and pieces of me in the songs I listen to. Sometimes when I come back to a specific..."

“I leave memories and pieces of me in the songs I listen to. Sometimes when I come back to a specific part of a song, I smile endlessly. Like a mad lover. Like when the roses meet the dew in the wee hours of the day. Yet, sometimes my hearts aches. It tastes like dark blue ink. And it stains my tongue, my mind as if I’ve drunk too much wine.”

- T.W  (via wnq-writers)