Would you care to take a moonlit walk with me under the willow canopies?
Or maybe a leap through time and space to see my beloved stars?
Would you like writing a lullaby with me?
And build a music box to hear it sing our soft melodies?
Take a cup of any tea you fancy, and breathe, so we can lay upon the damp grass and daydream about the universe.
You are alive.
Welcome to the wandering mind of an art student. It is a world of mysteries to be solved. Where is a place that I can truly call home? I'm left to drift upon the crowds and continue my worthless existence.