In the poem Catharsis, urging of a dream, love, ambitions, and goals
But tears are meant to be silent Freezing in depths of heart, Thickening layers of crimson pain Soaking merrily in drizzling lanes, Piling on every hour. Away, away! For I will fly, and spread my wings across the azure sky, Shredding off hopes and plausible goals, to try with all my heart, behold.