We're fumbling in the dark, but at least we're in motion. Isaac Marion More Quotes by Isaac Marion More Quotes From Isaac Marion In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses. Isaac Marion ceilings mouths mind Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it? Isaac Marion neon ears sound I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage. Isaac Marion cutting My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off. Isaac Marion irony zombie lips I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents. Isaac Marion wrists scar lines The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope. Isaac Marion made facts past I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. Isaac Marion exclamation-marks punctuation-marks long Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever. Isaac Marion inevitable-death forever years But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are. Isaac Marion missing names doe ...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it. Isaac Marion steps two I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way. Isaac Marion starting-over memories past You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident. Isaac Marion purpose mind memories We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next. Isaac Marion next what-matters matter I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine. Isaac Marion dream sleep night Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item. Isaac Marion collectors items priceless Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait. Isaac Marion waiting feet watches We smile, because this is how we save the world. Isaac Marion smile-because save-the-world world What happened to the world was gradual. I've forgotten what it actually was, but I have faint, fetal memories of what it was like. A smoldering dread that never really caught fire till there wasn't much left to burn. Each sequential step surprised us. Then one day we woke up, and everything was gone. Isaac Marion one-day fire memories That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future. Isaac Marion opposites memories past It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her. Isaac Marion scent feelings rooms
