Entry for September 10, 2008

From deep within,
there is
a desperation
that cries out…
wild
Sometimes it’s better to leave a beautiful flower in the field than to pluck it and put it in a vase where it will wither and die…

sweety

Nàng đã chết. Mà ẩn ức.

“Tôi ước mình có thể cất cánh bay lên. Ôi, cầu vồng của tôi lại ở xa quá”.

“I’m so lost. Will I ever find myself?”

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