I wanted to learn everything, every possible route of expressing myself, every medium, every way but when I chose this passion as a profession I wanted attention, I wanted my art to be the best and I'm afraid that will bring me misery cause there is no such thing as the best art, not even good art exists. Oh, these endless roads I choose to walk.
But what a greedy heart that I've got there.
a little bird said to
when the clock stroke