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 write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.