This lifetime, I made a vow of silence. A vow that would protect my life and those I love. I am soul full of stories that can cut like the sharpest sword, like a tongue made of obsidian precision. Stories that can make or break a life. And I hold them. I made a vow of silence because, for this lifetime, living long was more important than dying young. And that has not always been the case for me, for other lives.