If I had a world of my own, the sky would always be purple, 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, and there would always be something going on as if the night never ends. Everyone would have misery in their eyes yet feel happiness from being high. Things here are distortedly beautiful. I'll admit, I am a strange individual, but to be honest, I embrace it everyday. I love writing and drinking tea. You still don't know me at all, and you never will, but try if you dare... I inspire easily.