Music from another time.

I load a play list frequently - it's a collection of tracks from the 90's, a decade in which were some of my formative years were spent.

The things I see.

It happened while we walked to the bus stop.

Ramble.

I smoke weed. Once or twice a day, or maybe more if the hallucinations and anxious feelings are specially bad.

February, already

She seems off tonight.

I miss you.

I feel it today.