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.
"El pasado no es un lugar al que volver, sino una materia con la que construir."
"The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together."
Justice is simple. It's just not fair.