we run because we want to be chased.

should've seen it coming, should've read the signs.

i'm happy in a hazy floaty way. it's like everything around me seems unreal and all that i am is just a transient and very temporal existence in this hazy world. it's like i'm wrapped in a transparent happy bubble that may burst anytime. it will burst.

what will february bring?

just do, don't think. life brings you a lot to experience if you're willing to experience it, doesn't it?