Gif + sheet [1/4] - RIDE
I used to be an awesome writer, the one that “once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken.” Instead I just repeat the same words, they are not mine, and nether they fit me. I’m in the winter of my life for years, I guess I had gift for that sadness - All the odds were in my favour. But fortune has faded away. And usually I’m happy with my decisions for life, I learned how to live in the candle light, spot light were not for me. Now I have to work for all minutes of being someone. That’s what I’ve got.