muse

vile reminders

Muse,

I know that, after a series of unfortunate events, we have all come to call upon old memories. Moreover, I know that you have called upon old memories. Perhaps you've already shoved them into the darker parts of your mind, and they have begun to collect dust again. Perhaps you are better, and okay, and fine - just like you say. But most of us are liars, if for no other reason than to protect each other. Most of us have turned to deceit because we believe it's for the best.

But best for who? 

It would be unfair to demand honesty of you. In fact, you could call it hypocritical, so I won't. I would never demand anything of you, really, because I know that in reality I can't effectively demand anything. And that's okay, because most times I don't need to. Instead, I'm going to ask you to take care of yourself because I know exactly how it feels to take care of everyone else. I know how it feels to hold it together when you only want to fall apart, I know how it feels to be selfless when that's the most dangerous thing you can do. I'm not saying all of this is true of you, but I want you to know that if you ever feel like breaking, I will pick up the pieces. I will always pick up the pieces, no matter how hard it is to put everything back together again. 

We fix robots and people, and hell, we even know how to love them. We even know how to love them. So really, what the hell can't we do? 

I'd do anything I could, for you, should you need it. 

Carrillo.