reminiscing old times in my room, hidden under the old golden rug called imagination. 'guess, I came to this site way too soon. 2013, and yet not a single story in here. they are all still inside my head, roaring loudly, begging to come out no matter how raw they will become. but, my body is too weak to do this and that, with my mental condition is not helping, cowardly sitting in the corner.

where's my miracle at?