I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you

Knowledge is dangerous. Once you know something, you can't get rid of it. You have to carry it. Always.