I like that we talk. Thoughts run in my mind like a moth as it revolves around the light. Easily frustrated by a cube, but when it's on paper, one through nine, I find beauty in repetition. All I want to say is that they don't really care about us. Memorial tomorrow. I will be with old friends and I will mourn and remember a friend who was overflowing with joy. Ready to travel. Tonight, I believe in true love. Confidence tonight. Loneliness. Navy, camel, rose. I'm hearting things aimlessly. Chopsticks and good conversation filled the evening.