You are the picture in my head, the imaginery one that gives a blur image.

What happens after we all die?
I guess excess time does make one think of many things that are stereotypical and not much needed. I wish i had better things to do.
But then again the weather is really nice and cosy here.

I want to fly, wish i had wings ( really )
Dont tell me to drink red bulls.

Many times, we all have dreams bigger than what we are given.
And it is not overboard to stretch out, right?