The world is bright green and blue beyond it, brighter than my home, where there's only dirt and the remnants of my mother's garden that I've failed to revive.

Do not spend the time to so-called pain, to know that those who say after the success of the suffering of people, because success is too well-being of one mind only memories of the sufferings.

Because they know, only now of own just most worthy of cherish, lose of with future of just in the mirror in month in water flower, although the United States but vain.