" What is it to discover you have wings?
What is it to be afraid of your wings?
What is it to discover at the end of your life that you had wings and never flew?
What is it to find out that you were hidden from yourself?
What is it to be forgotten?
Each day we are forgotten by ourselves
through ourselves,
For we do not believe, in who we are. "

― Mimi Novic , The Silence Between the Sighs