It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

I work only with lost and founds.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.

I write to save someone's life, probably my own