I am not as complicated as you would think I am, really.

I am as normal as karipap.

When I get older, which is going to definitely happen! I want to build my own library. It will have stacks upon stacks of books, refining every absence of space, detailing every slab of walls with its shimmering gold labels. There will be another large hall where Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Bach and Chopin swindles the morning air with lust and drama and betrayal and their insane concoction of harmony.

And another hall surrounded with silly bits of food, each sized no more than a teaspoon.

And a huge bed topped with orgies of pillows.



(I've got to grow up)

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