Haven’t gotten any chance to comb though recently, totally have been occupied. Didn’t run into a mood to write anything, nothing would have been an urgency of triggering any food for thoughts. I am kind of person who needs the moment, I guess I just can’t get pieces together.

Another night, got out of routine, it was hot, suddenly there was a breeze though moment. Got into the car and just drove along the dark, chasing the cool breeze. the lights were blinking, darkness was struggling. Realized that there was really not much difference between day and night, black and white, past and present, it seemed just same being was swapping skins. Love the moment of being no agenda, no control, no logic, just let it flow kind of. Anyway, I guess I should stop right here with the mumbling, it was the moment being the moment.