诗歌是灵魂的语言，灵魂用图像说话。

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

永远不要让成功冲昏头脑，也不要让失败打击你的信心。

"The search for identity is a journey through the fog of memory."