B.G. Bowers quotes:

My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.

In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible.

Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it.

I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.

Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence.

Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.