I am what I am. Don't ask me why.
I am a stork flying over the volcano.
I am a gas chamber inside a little kid's heart.
I am a smoke on a distant ship.
I am a phantom dog on a catwalk.
I am a newborn on a death bed.
I am many things that doesn't matter.
But I guess I'm really just an aspiring writer, bound passionately in the realms of surreal, delusional art of dreams.