"A juxtaposition, which is indeed beautiful. That's how I define the feeling that rushes through my veins as I see the blue eyes, crooked teeth, and messy hair. It engulfs me in euphoria."
Some one once told me not to cry over spilled milk or some shit like that. I soon learned not to cry over spilled pills. Yes you might be thinking Charlie you have the saying wrong. Charlie your crazy to think that but my answer is it's true. My journey makes no sense and I don't expect it too but at least I'm here for the ride to pick up the pills that have been dropped.