Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.