I never sit idle. My brain always works – debating with my heart. I keep thinking and assessing every event, imagining every alternative, reviewing and picturing everything in my mind. What would have happened if the event took place in a different time, space with different people? What if a phrase was spoken differently? What would have happened?
"Attention to details :) "
The assessment section in every report card of mine had that sentence. Maybe that's why I'm a good artist.
'You can't find a single flaw in her works!' they said. But I found one.
And it changed my life.
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General FictionLove is... The unfortunate butterfly, with a beating heart, unable to cherish the flight - over the ever-expanding meadow, gliding through the smooth, still air - without another heart beating with it. Fate is... The inevitable, predetermined strate...
