I like to dream of my own dreams
I love listening to fairy tales and living in them
I love the cold winter nights
Some dream while strolling along the long roads
I love this window in my room
From where the sun rises, the evening fades the twinkling stars
And the moon alone is visible
I love reading the sadness on people’s faces as I walk through the crowd and make them laugh for no reason
I like old ruins, old places and old people…
Ancient times, ancient stories seem beautiful to me
But I find autumn season and falling leaves attractive
It is comforting for me to give words to the thoughts sitting inside me and create some different stories
