I am a migrant from my mother's womb to the world outside...and want to go back there...but don't know how to!!
Ever since i feel like a scavenger on eternal migration...as I feel I am a migrant to my inside world too....there I feel an endless opportunity..but I miss somehow and settle somewhere else...to take a break....but I am certainly not a migratory bird!!!
Within all this mess art of all/every kind interest me...and i feel there deposits the truth...all others are illusion.
