he choose sleeping as the best way to escaping from the world full of cruel things. worst driver and dry texter but bet can drive your mind harder with a clean hand lies on your down while whistling lullaby by his ocean tone.
some tattoos on his bodies way more worth than the actual lot spellings that helps him to count one to ten in every years in primal mission to separate the dream that has been imprisoned in another level of pain that canβt be explain.
enjoying the worst intention without even have any question, each second felt like burning down but donβt know how itβs like heaven that the entire world should giving it a chance to be favorite destination.
me, myself and i goes to solo ride 'til the world clarified us has die. this may being the only thing that keeping me alive, but at least i donβt need anything to make me satisfied nor even just a hand to hold when the weather gets cold and everything become old.
play the chord until everyone understood the meaning behind his odd, may seems hard but often leads many souls reincarnated to another world with indescribable feeling called good enough. also proficient at quick turn all the random thoughts into funny jokes.
unstable life just lead him into the next race and consumpt cigarettes more than people could ever. everything in purpose to completely destroy the messy and create some piece to be living with.