I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

The trick is not to learn to trust your gut feelings, but rather to discipline yourself to ignore them.

每首诗都是写给世界的情书，即使它讲述的是痛苦。