If the curfews, dissolved air bridges, a law banning dancing and a long time passed in the isolation is just growing over your head, then it’s a good time to telegraph yourself into a different dimension.

I’m the trouble starter in your cyber imagination, a fear addicted one you hated. I’m the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated. I’m a firestarter, twisted firestarter

The boredom and isolation is a forcing power to endure creativity and a key to open up the hidden doors in your imagination

In love with the colors in the deep green grass and leaves of the high summer season, in love with the colors of your lips and the dress you wear. Let’s play this game forever and never go back home again.