I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

What you risk reveals what you value.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

I never cared about money.

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?