1. But memory and time aren’t friends. They reject each other, they hurry in opposite directions, pulling the binding taut between them, threatening to snap.
Gild
2. The problem with truths is that they’re like spices. Add a little, and it can enrich things, let you experience more layers. But if you pour out too much, it becomes unpalatable.
Glint
3. There's an internal compass inside of me that laid still for so long, stuck behind its arc of glass, listless and without hope. But it's been spinning since the moment I left, begging me to follow my instincts. To move toward something better.
Gleam
