Μη μου τους κυκλους ταρασσε

The endless torture of memory.

Remembering words. Recollecting feelings. Recapturing smells.

I’m not sure what to do with them. I think I’ll postpone my brainwashing for a couple of days again.

I remember. There are some scary people out there.

*And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand by me, stand by me