Between my parents being insanely rich, and between not wanting to be a part of it, and between life of painting and drawing and reading. Between spending most of my time in a coffee shop or in a library. Between trying to make myself a better person, I guess I got a little lost & his wooden door, with the number 1235 on it, was the only path i seemed to remember. No copy right intended. All rights go to © itskarlaaa_.All Rights Reserved