"Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant."
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

thoughts.

Maybe there's pleasure in all this frustration, its a shame how we lose ourselves just to gain back our confidence in the mist of ironic self indulgence.

La vie

sf from above, late nights with the one i love.

I cant help but to love you and only you,
its a shame what a loss i can be, when i rot from view.

“There is nowhere to go but everywhere, so just

keep on rolling under the stars.” Jack Kerouac

Today i thrive, with a certain vibe that blends together like meshes of the afternoon, it flairs and flows through each memory. Memories that keep me growing, slightly misunderstood chaos. All those nights

All senses cease to deceive the mind,

be afraid of nothing,

pain achieves pleasure,

sleep on the bottom and you'll feel the top!