swimming in the place where imagination is the only key to make it real

Traffic in my mind

This is how it should start.

An end.

Alone without a friend.

It’s not why, but when.

Then everything comes together.

A new cycle, a sweet chapter.

[copy]writer . illustrator . vocal player living in a place where imagination is the only key to make it real

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