I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage
I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?