
"The seasoned chef suddenly realised he possessed no real talent and thrust himself upon the blade in his hand. Awakening the next morning, he was worse off than before- not only was his hara-kiri attempt unsuccessful, he had also ruined his favorite paring knife."
"She was such a germaphobe, she sterilized the knife before she plunged it into her heaving chest."
(Drawings also by me.)

I reside in dreams. Even while wakeful, my heart yearns for the unreal. In mind and spirit, I dwell in a world of imagination, whimsy, magic. If only my wings were strong enough to take me there, to free me from my cage of reality. One day... One day, I'll fly away.



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