Perhaps He Was Afraid As I Was

I Write A Thousand Words A Day.

When People Are Alive They Love, When They Die, They Keep Loving. If Love Ends When Person Dies, That Is Not Real Love

I Am An Eighth Chinese, And I Come From A Large Chinese-american Family In Los Angeles.

I’ve Never Thought Much About Whether I Was Happy Or If I Had Fun As A Child. I Was A So-so Girl Who Lived With A So-so Family In A So-so Village. I Didn’t Know That There Might Be Another Way To Live, And I Didn’t Worry About It Either.

In Every Message She Spoke Of Birds, Of Flight, Of The World Away. Even Back Then, She Flew Against What Was Presented To Her. I Wanted To Cling To Her Wings And Soar, No Matter How Intimidated I Was.