When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.
The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled.
Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?
Beyond doubt, there was a certain splendor in pain, which bore a deep affinity to the splendor that lies hidden within strength.
Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of oneโs own heart.
if the world changed, i could not exist, and if i changed, the world could not exist