The attempts to facilitate the journey deforested the trackless forests. Thus while dreaming about the heaven, I wander just around my bedroom and examine the sunbeam’s ornamentation on my window. Can such beauty be what we are used to call our shadow?
Lots of my artworks gaze at me, and the eternal “to be or not to be” transforms into the curious “who am I?” Therefore as a babe in the woods, I bravely approach my respectable neighbor:
Hi! Do you want to purchase my drawing? I need to buy the new pencil for the continuation of my song on love that shines to all for free