Teachers open the Door . but You must enter by yourself . that you will not even know a door is shut (let alone exists), until it swings open; only then in hindsight will you Know that you were 'shut out' and Why .
By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
This unusual drawing of happy crows makes me sad. Maybe because it reminds me of the "ocean breathes salty" video, or maybe because I know I can't fly into my parent's waiting open arms like this happy little crow does.