Each day runs kind of like a train. Turns, twists. A sequence of events. Occasionally a crash… In one breath, we’re in this present moment, but at the same time, we’re on some kind of journey to a future version of ourselves (the good, the bad or the ugly!) It’s like when we wake up,...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.