Dedicated to my confused 18-year-old self and to you who are working hard.
Dedicated to those of us who have been hurt, to those of us who are healing.
A youth comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry. She took off her canvas shoes, put on high heels, and put on her charming eyebrows without makeup.
The passing years are like gurgling water, and the years are like songs and complaints.