I dreamt of butterflies that came at five before sunrise. They were pink, purple, and blue. Each looked like crayons on paper except they were moving with the wind in synchronized movements. Passing through like memories. They moved in hushed silence with secrets unknown to all, and dancing an ancient tune that only time could witness. I stare. Oh, my heart longs to know.
Day 278 of 04: I was moping a little while ago and thinking of what i should be doing this weekend. I put on my sched that it’s Taty’s and Jen’s bday bash this friday, which means i need to find a way of getting out of work or they’ll be talking about me all night. Suddenly, I realized it’s October already and my bday is coming up soon.