I was just thinking to myself. Of a romance never had. A look. A connection. A train passing by. Under cherry blossom petals blowing to the wind.
I thought how dreamlike that moment is. Those moments..are. And how connected I am to them. I thought of a girl I once worked with. Her eyes. Her smile. Her laughter. I thought of how it all turned. I thought of how I could not stand that job and how I changed because of it.

"That's not me. I really hate this place. I hate myself for staying here. Most of all I hate being bored. I crave adventure. I crave the open road. And this.. is one exhale away from being death. Listen..When we are no longer ourselves. When we give up who we are to exist. Out goes the light. The flame disappears. So I hope.. that in another life. When we meet again..we're free."

I hope we all are.