In my head everything is new.
Just like a clock, how every second is new. Brand new.
In my head, anything can happen.
It is a magic bottle.
I was captured by a brown big monster.
In a small box.
Then, there comes a key.
A golden key jUmPiNg.
Down Down Down
That little key is a way to my imaginaion to flow free.
No rules, it’s all FREE AND ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN.
That is all happening in my little head.
Not bigger than my dad’s.
Not bigger than my mom’s.
Not bigger than my sister’s.
In my little small head.
But there is a big imagination.
I draw golden ways to let it out.
My imagination is a magnificent glorious way to my self, a medicene to let me free from this sickness of…
Everything same and boring. CASUAL.
I am different, and that is why I think different.
And that is me no mather what.