England is my home. London is my home. New York feels like if I have to spend a year living in an unfamiliar city this is a pretty lovely one to spend a year in but I will be going home at the end of it certainly.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no...
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
