Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty
I should probably slow my pace.
There’s something strange about smelling the scent of jasmine in the air when there’s no sun.
I should never take the kind of call in the car again.
TomaRashi.
Can you imagine? They all think we had a part in this.
“…imagined, felt, or implied…”
I can’t keep my eyes open. I’ll take it as a sign.
It wouldn’t be the worst thing.
Craving something that doesn’t exist.
Smug.