If I had a world of my own, the sky would always be purple, sunlight wouldn't exist, the beings on the street would all be extremely unique, black cats would linger around rather than pigeons, the air would always smell of firewood, a crying violin would be heard from a far away distance, while chirping crickets would be heard close by, and most importantly, there would always be something going on as if the night could never end. Everyone would have misery in their eyes yet feel happiness from being high. Everything would be distortedly beautiful.
I love either writing or drawing in my own little corner as I sip minty green tea. You still don't know me at all and you never will, but try to get to know me if you dare… I inspire easily.