I long for ordinaryness till death, because I can't experience despair again
Nineteen years of torture and redemption have already left me covered with scars, but what grew out of the wounds were not wings.
Instead, they were heavy shackles. I watched myself sinking little by little, like a whale that could foresee its own death.
Anticipating death in a life that is gradually powerless to change
fall soberly
Intention: Facing reality calmly