The quest of the lonely. The journey of vampires. Beautiful under the sun. And the charm in the dark night. Conflicting, struggling, helpless life. And the final end under the caress of the sun. Smiling lips. And sad gaze.
A teenager's first writing often originates from love. But every attempt seems to be superficial and cannot escape the suspicion of talking to oneself.
I have always wanted to go to Egypt. I have always wanted to express the inner world of a vampire. I didn't have much of a clue, but in the end I couldn't resist the urge to write.
I just hope to use this as a medium to heal myself and more lonely souls.