There was once a little bird whose feathers were bare and lacked color. Saddened, it flew through different and colorful worlds, taking the beauty of its surrounding to its feathers. It passed through the pink of illness, the orange of smiles, the yellow of possession, the green of pain, the blue of tears, and the purple of hazes until no more could it take.

Just like the bird, I will read and write as much as I can 'til it consumes me whole.

                                              - Inspired by "Black Rock Shooter"