Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.
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.