i had the worst dream last night.
i was on a trip to the US with my friends, and the plane was having trouble flying… so we narrowly and dangerously flew through the highrises of Sydney and Tokyo (don’t ask, i have no idea), each time just missing crashing into a building. it seemed to go on for hours, but really was only a couple of minutes.
the weird thing was, that afterwards, all i wanted to do is buy myself a journal so i could keep writing and that that was the most important thing.
a japanese shop owner (we landed in japan for some reason) told me that every little thing in life happens for a reason, and that it’s not a coincendence that i ended up there.
i wonder what all that really means, or whether i had too much chocolate again last night. hmmm.
Skye •