May 25, 2020

Darling ghost, to me who have not seen the ocean or a sea, life refer to only a figment of my imagination. To my life whose reality bind me like the fetter, my imagination seems like a wings. Thus, I am bound by no chain and will never be unless my imagination fails me. These three days I have been reading books. As always the fantasy novel waver my heart like no other stories. They have made a world of false woven by imagination but with a hint of truth. Like pablo picasso said, "art is a lie that enable us to realize the truth." And I think that is beautiful.

Your amateur artist.