My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle. Votes: 4
In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible. Votes: 4
Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it. Votes: 4
I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland. Votes: 1
Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence. Votes: 1
Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life. Votes: 1