My mind is in a mess; it keeps on thinking about unicorns, rainbows, chocolate-coated stars, moon donuts with a background music of “if all of the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops, oh what a rain it would be!”. Can I stop typing right now and continue to think why I can’t roast marshmallows in a broad daylight? Why I can’t lay on the meadows and watch the falling lollipops from the sky? Why I can’t just float above the eagle and eat the cotton-candy clouds? I wish to live in fantasies; to fly kites on a dragon’s back and to climb in the beanstalk to say hi to Jack. But unfortunately, there is a great wall between fantasy and reality and the only high-reach excavator which can demolish it is writing.



-I write about the ART OF CHASING
-I'm lazy and busy so expect late updates :)



*How can you stop me from writing? Simple. JUST TELL ME HOW MANY STARS ARE THERE.


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