I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. —Sylvia Plath, from Tulips
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones. —Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
Biji Biji Rojava
BIJI BERXWEDANA YPG/YPJ