This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.

I was stained by failure.

Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?

For centuries, the world divided human beings into two groups and then proceeded to exclude and oppress one group. It is only fair that the solution to the problem acknowledge that.

You Americans, always peering under people's beds to look for communism.

I am interested in challenging the mainstream ideas of what is beautiful and what is acceptable.

The educated ones leave, the ones with the potential to right the wrongs. They leave the weak behind. The tyrants continue to reign because the weak cannot resist. Do you not see that it is a cycle? Who will break that cycle?