What..?
i should have involed in other's lives more.
they all wanted me to tell stories. but i really couldn't, since i couldn't imagine stuff i've never heard or seen before. it is weird. the only thing make me different from others is that i can draw, draw the images of dreams. how ironic! neither dream can be said as "realisty" nor painting's not involve in imagination. then why the hell i'd insist that i've never told lie or just couldn't?
what if the way to become a story-teller is to tell the truth, does it still work?
they all wanted me to tell stories. but i really couldn't, since i couldn't imagine stuff i've never heard or seen before. it is weird. the only thing make me different from others is that i can draw, draw the images of dreams. how ironic! neither dream can be said as "realisty" nor painting's not involve in imagination. then why the hell i'd insist that i've never told lie or just couldn't?
what if the way to become a story-teller is to tell the truth, does it still work?
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