Once upon a time,

I was a tired, little, lost soul. Flowers in junkyards made me smile and still do. I slept too much, ate too much, thought in poetry and my only prophets were never close enough. Many of these things still hold true, but I believe I have finally made it a little higher. Compulsive wanderer, I am in love with the flaws in beauty and with my new age of self discovery.

This is my dream box. hide