One day I just woke up in another world. 

 

Forms of light emerged and gave meaning to my darkness. 

 

A broken camera turned into a brush. There I was drawing six thousand  scenes from lost times and dimensions.

 

The horizon of my sketchbook became the holographic expression where my thoughts are revealed. 

 

Since that moment, the faces and places I used to see in the walls, are living with me. Within my music, within my voice.

 

Love fell in love with me, and I corresponded.