When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Without you I swear even if I fly I'm sad as a dark cloud Without you even in a rose garden I feel in prison I swear again. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
