Tunnel Rush

I recreated the scene from Perks of Being a Wallflower on my way to Washington DC. I felt so free. The feel of the cool night wind blowing on my face, the rush from the speed. I played a song mentally in head: Last Words - Real Tuesday Weld.

With the tunnel closing to an end, I closed my eyes.

It really felt like how you described it Charlie.

Of Sleeplessness

I grew an addiction. It is 2.45am and here I am curled up getting haunted. Repressed memories are detrimental. They need to be let go. But who am I to muster enough strength to let go of those pains.