Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
What is more yours than what always holds you back?
How sure we are that everyone's watching. How sure we are that no one sees.
There are silences harder to take back than words.
You have two kinds of secrets. The ones only you know. The ones only you don't.
The happy and the suffering probably understand life equally well, but the sufferers may see a little more clearly how little it is that they understand.