I am made for second chances.
I grew up in love with art – everything about it: creative writing, drawing/ cartooning, photography, and music; but i miserably failed to unite with it. I feed the hunger once in a while.
I’m a prisoner of the present system of things. Art saves. I just have to find my way back to it – like an imaginary friend in my pre-school years. Then, the freedom will wake me up from my sad slumber.