自己
These walls are very interesting. When you first went to jail, you hated the high walls, and slowly, you get used to it. This is called institutionalization.
I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.
Every man is his own God. If you give up yourself, who else will save you? A strong man can save.
Hope is the most beautiful people have, as long as they do not give up,hope will always be accompanied by.
I have to remind myself that some birds are not meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
I find I'm so excited. I can barely sit still or think about it. I think only those who have a long way to go on a journey to regain their freedom will feel the excitement of the upcoming mystery. I hope to cross the border and shake hands with my friends. I hope the Pacific is as blue as a dream. I hope。
Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are palace in the world that aren't made out of stone That there's a---there's a---there's something inside that's yours, that they can't touch.
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.
There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
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 find I'm so excited. I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border.I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope.
Every one is their God,if you give up on yourself,who else will save you?Every one is busy,some are busy livig,some are busy dying,and you, who are busy chasing fame and fortune,who are busy with daily necessities,try to stop to think a second:if your brain has been institutionalized?Where is your God?