Sometimes I’m too dramatic for my own good. I should have lived in a book. A really long, extremely dramatic book full of sequences the idle mind can never imagine, full of dreams that do not end.
That’s exactly where I deserve to be.
Sometimes I’m too dramatic for my own good. I should have lived in a book. A really long, extremely dramatic book full of sequences the idle mind can never imagine, full of dreams that do not end.
That’s exactly where I deserve to be.
Maybe In Madras 