Prologue

No one knows who really am I except to someone unknown.

Expressing my self to other people?
I can't do that.
Not because I don't like, but I just really can't. There's like a system in my body that dictates me not to react.

Everyone looks at me like I am no one.
I walk and do different stuffs like an invisible person.

Until I met a crayon in my life.
And the electricity of my heart who made it beats normally, feeling alive and confidently visible to the whole world or universe rather.