A person
Is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good,
as vulnerable or as strong,
as sweet or as feisty;
We are thickly layered,
page lying upon page,
behind simple covers.
And love ~ it is not the book itself, but the binding.
It can rip us apart or hold us together.
Layers,
by their nature, are fragile things.
