A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.

Society will always be by your side. Society will let you die with no pity. Society is social suicide. Cold or hot in an untold wind, society folds the perfect creases to all four corners of a blanket we all lay under.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

When I was young, I thought I was a bird at one time. Then they told me I can't fly, so I stopped flying.

As the world continually multiplies, are we in a generation where people are divided, or people are equal?

You may not be able to change the world for the better, but the world is able to change you for the worst, don't give them the rock you stand on.

The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?