I'm fastened with nails. I'm a means to arrive. I'm two to begin but I end as a five. My length is my own, not know globally. The most devious time is when something's a me.

I have no name, though you can call me. I take up no space, unless you record me. To keep me around you must pay your dues. You may tell an ex-lover, it’s me they should lose

I can encase a gun's projectile, but I cannot forget the sea for a long while. People use me to replace TP if I'm in threes. .

A circle in a circle on a sphere, the truth of what I am is very clear. The rings that surround me come in different shades, but are born not forged or made.

I stitch, I point, I tremble, I sing. I mend torn cloth, guide the lost, and whisper when you’re low on fuel. Sharp, restless, small, I pierce before I heal. Who am I?