Leo Herrera
Creatively apathetic. Chasing our dreams as if they bared tangible meaning. Why run when you can fly. blah blah blah
Traveling Abroad
A not-so-average bed-time storyOnce upon a time, in a town somewhere in North America, lived a little boy. Aged at around 14 years old, having an imagination that spanned more vast than the average able pre-teen, this little boy dreamed. He dreamed big. Dreams might be so big, they can encompass our personality, and in part reflect reality. However fitting or wanting, they can hardly cloak the harshness of that reality. So one day, something made the boy dream a little differently; it made him interested in Time Travel.Leo Herrera3 min read