Growing up, I thought that to write, you had to be dead.
The only way out is through.
A father carries pictures where his money used to be.
We are all connected by the vastness of the cosmos and the laws that govern it.
I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.
I just want to be an artist that makes an impact.
Growing up, I thought that to write, you had to be dead.
The only way out is through.
A father carries pictures where his money used to be.
We are all connected by the vastness of the cosmos and the laws that govern it.
I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.
I just want to be an artist that makes an impact.