As many layers to this wound as petticoats on a courtesan.

Let them take it. It’ll never be theirs.

All sacred work is done in silence.

I stopped loving you not because my love was not real, but because it was not bulletproof.

There is no more surface left.

Do you want to continue the chain, or break the chain? The answer is what makes you.

Explaining how the clock works, but still not understanding time.