Setting off on my journey I'm tidying up the mess i've got in my head. My Paris used to be too utopian to be true but now I'm sure that I want to be one of those small pieces of this unreal jigsaw.
It's always so hard to believe in the happiness caused by smiles and restless feelings. On the other hand I've never experienced it as much as i do now.
The color of my mind is the color of the sky behind you. Please don't turn around, the sun is falling.