liar so full of it , celeste said , shaking her head . her face is rigid , and tear-stained . `` i do believe i left my mark behind . '' he straightened and pulled , and i came up . `` they blossom ever where you tread ... wild roses bloody red . '' thats the beauty of my selection . well , i have the papers , letters of reference , everything . i believed more in dark clouds , in sharp dots , in needing proof in order to feel trust . 