I have an impulse inside me. Its a two lane highway at the fork.
My veins contain the need to play with art.
Boiling between the end product of a single sewing needle
or that at the end of a pen.
I needed a platform to express myself in other ways than visually.
So here it is. The other brother. The other sister.
The dawn of the inner trappings of a simple existence.
My veins contain the need to play with art.
Boiling between the end product of a single sewing needle
or that at the end of a pen.
I needed a platform to express myself in other ways than visually.
So here it is. The other brother. The other sister.
The dawn of the inner trappings of a simple existence.
Thus, here is my writing blog.
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