25/seaside soul    I write to express, not to impress. All works rightfully belong to me unless stated.

Indonesia    I am a half unread book, I am a thick dust on a wooden window, I am one dead star in a midst of universe.

Sheffield, England    Sylvie. You don't know me yet.

NYC//DTX    Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - …