writing on the wall

Charles is an architect of his own design.Max can't help but watch as Charles ignores the writing on the wall.-Charles likened his dreams to being an architect.When he was little, he used to draw buildings that reached the sky. They were dreams, towering buildings that had the potential to touch the clouds and come closer and closer to the sun.A bright goal that you could see and nearly taste yet so far out of reach. It felt like every time he came close it burned him setting his dreams alight and crashing towards the ground for him to have to rebuild it again.When you put so much into your dreams it feels like a piece of you is lost when it all comes crumbling down.Now, as an adult, Charles can't help but stare directly at that sun, wishing still to build a dream big enough to touch it. To make a foundation so strong that he could finally grasp that ever-elusive star and swallow it whole, not caring if that very star imploded and took him into its atmosphere.It's midnights like these where he looks up at the stars in the night sky and imagines flying to finally grasp onto a star.