And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
Teens find out a lot from other teens.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?
When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.