Emma Scott

Cursing at every red light while wanting to cry like a baby because I’d found her.

Only we didn’t have time. Anything we started was just going to be torn up again

“Feel that?” Kacey asked. “That’s the night dying a slow and painful death

Her eyes grew soft and she watched the water dance, but I could look nowhere but at her. The show was at my periphery, a backdrop to her.

I try to follow it, instead of forcing it to be what it doesn’t want to be.”

all the pieces of your talent—singing, guitar, songwriting…They’re scattered all over, like my installation. Or a constellation. Put them together…”

“The whole might be pretty spectacular.”

The passing seconds seemed to expand and crystallize. If I moved, I’d break them.

I hate that people leave when they’re supposed to stay.”

“Life. The life I’ve found myself living. A life that happened to me, instead of one I made.”