If it is the truth that sets you free, then I have bound us together. I have archived our secrets and our stories, created a library of our lives. The past – yours, mine, hers – is preserved within the maps and pages of my body now. There is ink under the skin where the truth has seeped in and sealed over, where I have swallowed entire histories – yours, mine, hers – in order to better protect them.
There is something sacred in the keeping of such secrets, don’t you think? How it gives sanctuary to our every days, our here we ares, our this and now. These little lives that would not survive the smallest of our revelations. I have contained and constrained the truth for this, to let us all get on with better lies.
Yours, mine, hers. There is nothing I could write to set us free.