Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.