I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.

People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.

And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.