when I grow up, I don’t know what I will be.
dreams renew themselves every season.
i am a Goddess who is not a good, for i wish not for immortality but for the End.
can it be simple?
dreams fade, waking up.
longing for something that you wished you had, even for a brief second.
dance with me, my love, to classics only we can hear.
hey, just a little tired today.
in my dreams, my art comes to life.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.