In a life full of lies, has the essence of freedom that mankind dreamed of become meaningless? When the honesty of mind is imprisoned, and the mouth says what it doesn't want to say. Certainty and uncertainty seem similar. As a flower that hasn't yet bloomed, don't know exactly what to do. The flower just doesn't want to grow anymore.
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.