i've got a bad feeling about this, charlie.

the story of a boy and his thirst for nirvana.

soon as they say, soon enough. the world will come to it's end and the sun will shine brighter than those burning eyes. dream sweet and close your eyes till you remember what you need to do in life, then wake up the next morning ready to forget about the past. fly into dark midnights; to just remember how to fly. pretend how to dwell, for the well of discontent is far beyond sight and the only thing you need to remember is how to sleep. to dream is another creative pathway to infinite imaginations, sororities of single human individuals finding their fall. as well. and then go ask yourself. should i manage. or can i feel once more time, and challenge.

i got this.