La literatura es siempre una expedición a la verdad.
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 them 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.
I’m interested in things that contribute to the continuation of my life.
我是一个活着的传奇。