the threads in her head

three months and two days-

I have been in a trying mood for the last two days.

It all ends with laugher at a picture taken three months two days ago, in that little room up in the school's library.

Tell me what's time, what's love.

There is an infinite mystery about the words "because I care."

Why do you care, who do you care for?

But I am broken, and you're trying to put me back.

Success's a question, but you're not the king's man, so perhaps this story shall have a different ending.