I will own a better life when I move from your space. I seemed like a poem from your overlooked book. No one met me except for the hands of my editor and the mind of my author.In my new journey, I will blend them with the growing forests, the smooth wind inside the cozy backyards, and the mighty storms on the edge of humanity. I will be free from your confined book, old papers, and fainted inks.words by Michel ahar by Eliza on Twitter