“For some it wasn’t perfect, for others it was totally wrong, for me it was the fantasy …”
It was seven years ago, when I was a child. I was naive, and I wanted to learn. I was eager and passionate, and I had no idea how to learn. I’d known I was a special one, and I needed to exploit my distinguished personality.
I was at the wrong place, the wrong stage, in front of the wrong audience. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was constantly surrounded by the wrong people. People who didn’t understand my essence or my desires and passions.
I imagined myself performing my own fictional identities. And I had some of them, most of them were beautiful and pure.