His thoughts turned into the wind and floated away, but his body was trapped in place, unable to struggle. The dirty man had no choice but to pick up a pen and vent his pain, half turning into pearls and half into butterflies. They are born from darkness, but their souls are not black. This is destined to be a story of despair and redemption, redemption and despair. (This article covers depression, bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, mental disorders, etc.)
Intention: Our lives still have meaning