Walking down the street one day, a man came to find a piece of folded paper on the ground. He picked it up, read its contents, and then tossed it back on the ground. “How stupid,” he remarked and continued forward.
It’s strange. Waking up doesn’t feel right.
I have come to the affirmative conclusion that this reality is an illusion.
I first heard "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons when I was thirteen. I immediately fell in love with their style of music and found myself downloading every song I could find of theirs.
So, you want to be a writer?