Dogs
bark, children laugh, and the world carries on. But I am still here,
looking through the window, seeing life out there. I was a part of
that once, but now, it's just a strange feeling. I do not belong here
nor there, or anywhere for that matter.
I
belong in my magical worlds, built by me, from top to bottom, I
belong with my characters, sharing their adventures and trying to
survive the crazy realms I constructed for them. My mission is to
complicate their lives and then help them search for a way out.
Clicking
on my computer, scratching with my pencil, any small move can create
either a new life, or destroy it completely.
I'm
a writer. I do not lead an ordinary life. I have a lot of lives—in different places, with different people! I can do magic, believe, kill, or resurrect. I'm a writer; I'm a god in my own
world.
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