We all hide our own stories. I believe that we all have the ability to come out of our story. But you have to tell your story first in order to come out and that’s what I’m going to do. I never really had a story to tell. I have always thought myself very big and terrible; yet such little things as flowers came near to killing me, and such small animals as mice have saved my life. Because loving someone is the key. The key to find yourself. How strange it all is! You need to keep fighting for something or someone you care about.
We all keep fighting and that’s because we all are a definition of powerful humans. We love with your whole body, heart and soul. We say whatever the fuck is in our minds. We make huge mistakes proudly. We rage with as much passion as we grieve. We risk are lives to live with the truth. We laugh easily. In other words, I am just like you.