This is my answer.

It makes me wonder how planes are able to fly. I wonder
where are they heading to. I imagine the people inside, I
imagine myself in it too. I think about the black patches on
the moon. I wonder if there are astronauts on it, I wonder
if I can see them. I don't know if you get it, but planes and
the moon make me feel that all hopes are not lost.

Peanut in my nostril.

TRAP AHEAD!
AAAHHH, NOOOOO! AVOID IT!
TOO LATE! I'M TRAPPED! AAAHHHHH!
FUCK THIS HOLY SHIT! I'LL GET HELP! HANG IN THERE!
HOLD UP! THERE IS ONLY ONE OF US! HOW CAN YOU GET HELP?
I.. I AM RIGHT HERE!
YES, YOU ARE. RIGHT IN THE TRAP!
NO, I'M MOST DEFINITELY NOT!
YES, YOU ARE.
I'LL GET HELP!
NOOOOOOOOOO!

You tell me.

What were those months?

Mind out there, out here.

I don't know if anything makes sense now.
I don't know if it makes sense anymore.
My nose has been itching for two days. It is as irksome as you are.

Knock you up.

I knew I was going to feel this way, and you have no idea what am
I referring to. I have my own stuff too.
Ciao.

Tonight.

I have almost forgotten what is it like to look up into the dark
sky every night. But tonight, I was drawn to the balcony to relish
the familiar comfort I used to seek. Then, everything started to
come back to me.

Time.

Time.
Time is everything.
Time is money.
Time is of an asset.
Time is a great healer.
Time heals all wounds.

Now that it's all said and done.

I would love to see that bitch every single day if she really brings me luck.

Rocking back and forth.

I have to post something here to get rid of the stale air even if it is
just a word. But evidently, I have far surpassed my goal. Good for
me, I know.

Goodnight.