You’ve held my heart in the palm of your hand, turned the bloody thing over, wondering what makes it beat like a watch whose second-hand makes the long, lonely distance around the face while the hour hand of your love inches by. Have you dropped it? Do discarded hearts beat…

The heart’s a fickle mistress a thing of ice and fire. It bears a beating witness to all that you aspire. But hearts can twist suspicious and tie you up in wire. It burns a righteous fury, no reason to be found. It acts a solemn jury, and handcuffs you, spellbound. It rains tormented…

They say blood is thicker than water, but that’s not true. Some say the original idiom is much older than the current use of the term and it is the complete antithesis of the way the phrase is used today: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water…