Dear my little prince,
My happiness is soaked in the bookstores and seeped in the books I read. It's in between the verses of the poems I read in the morning. It's in the crooked hands I draw. My joy lies in these little things that revive my dying soul. It rewinds my time and leads me to the rabbit hole. Among all vulgarity, they are my inner child.
Yours and Yours forevermore