Feeling of being wasted with all the alcohol and cigarettes for weeks.
Just 6 more months and a few more festivals to celebrate.
I'm 22 and i'll break through with the new news being input to me.
Monsoon is here and i bet summer is just right opposite us.
Somehow i can feel your present near me.
Maybe it's the drunkenness that hallucinate me to feel that.
But i'm right.
Taking two steps to get from 9 to 7.
Thoughts and evidence somehow contradicts themselves.
I want to pack them in a box and seal them up with a fragile signs.
Every single letter and every single word, there's a message.
C.K.
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